Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Something was stirring, and the commotion that surrounded their home was unlike anything that the little dragon had ever witnessed. She had bounded after her siblings and the dark Heda, attempted to latch her fangs onto her mother’s tail, and stood in a mimicking fashion alongside her father as they prepared the children to depart for the rendezvous site. As busy as the stormchaser was, she could not seem to shake the burning curiosity that had found its way into her heart. Thyri did not know where they were to go, but she knew that they would be shedding the skin of their previous home and turning toward a new one. So they had set out on the trek, and she had taken it upon herself to catch everything she could within her sights. The world seemed to stretch for an eternity.
 
Once they had arrived, the dark Heda drew her head and called for the others of the pack. The stormchaser also parted her jaws and sang to the skies to follow suit. It did not take long for others to arrive. Thyri peered at the unfamiliar faces with wide blue eyes and found herself tucked neatly behind the agouti figure of her father. As soon as she could summon the courage, she would find herself in the company of new wolves with new scents and a fresh beginning.