Redtail Rise Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

Day by day he grew bigger. Stronger. Though yet he was but a tiny thing, not even able to stand. Wedged tightly close to Masquerade's side, something stirred the young dragon from his slumber. A new scent flooded into the den. 

Not of milk. Not of mother, or of his sisters. But of something...of someone else. He lifted his head with more strength than before, sniffing the air. Uncurling himself, his nose would guide him, since his eyes and ears were still a work in progress. Scooting forward inch by inch, further away from his mother. Let loose was a vibrating rumble, seeking out who had come to his doorstep.