Emberwood Isn't this such a beautiful night?

The sun was setting over the hills when for the first time a young Dragonling began to emerge from the Emberwood den. She could see the world in it's entirety for the first time, and what a sight it was.

In a few days time her ears would begin to perk up as her hearing grew clear, but for now there was little to rely on outside of her sight and sense of smell. She glanced back to the inside of the den where her mother and sister slept, the expected nerves settling in with a short whine to accompany it.

The woods were quiet besides a slight breeze, sending a chill down Victoria's spine. Was her father near, or had she put herself out on her own? It was an important question as her natural sense of caution faded, fuzzy white paws taking steps forward to follow her curious nose into a bush.