Redtail Rise bon-bon

What was once serenity turned to turmoil. Harmony to chaos. Warmth to cold. Jostled from the only world he ever knew and thrust into an entirely new realm, he would have stated his protest. A wet, shivering and wriggling mass of fur, his stubby legs kicked out. He was active, healthy and robust. Something slippery gave way slightly around him and he felt the sharp nip of cold air.

Then a presence, the shape of someone pressed next to him. His sister, Masquerade. Cleansed of the birthing fluids that had enveloped him from Ashlar, his movements grew more lively. His airway cleared, he drew his first breath. A plethora of scents hit his nose. His lungs filled and he found his voice. A plaintive infants cry that would one day become a dragon's roar. Already, Relic tried to scoot his way towards nourishment. A thin glimpse of the fiery spirit within.