Sleeping Dragon stormchaser

There was a roll of thunder from outside the den that drew the ears of the young pup forward atop her skull and brought her bright blue eyes to the entrance. She had been down for an evening nap, as her body was still young and the many hours of playful tousling with her siblings warranted frequent resting breaks. The loud noise had shaken her, though, and Thyri found herself feeling frightened of the prospect of what was outside that could make such a terrifying sound. Glancing to her family to verify that they all appeared safe, the girl lifted herself up on her paws and slowly, warily crept toward the entrance of their den. The dust outside was beginning to take on a different form as raindrops began to spat against it. Thyri looked to the earth with a curious tilt of her head and reached a single paw outward to test the ground. It did not seem as though it was dangerous.

 

Stepping outside of the entrance, the young dragon peered upward at the rolling clouds overhead. When there was a violent flash of light that streaked across the heavens, she yipped in surprise and tucked her tail tightly beneath her. Following the lightning was another deep boom of thunder and Thyri found herself overwhelmed by the sensations that it provided. Specks of rain continued to fall down onto her face, but she could not bring herself to break her contact with the sky.