Dragoncrest Cliffs Beyond the basement

His bumbling form had not yet picked up the fiery coat of Wildfire, not even as he stumbled over his own feet just to get up again. It was then that he saw it; a form on the ground, his size and following him wherever he went. He stared at it, tipping his head. His hair poofed up in fright when the form imitated him, doing the exact same. He let out a shriek when it began talking too - wait, no, this was a woman's voice... one he faintly recognized. Still, he was scared, and he turned and ran as quickly as he could towards the familiar voice. Maaaaa! He called out as the shadow kept following him. He tried to pounce upon his own shadow, without effect, and that was when the world became an even more terrifying place. He needed his mother, right now, before his own shadow scared him to death.