Scamper and Spear hold to their positions as they examine the scene before them. There, lying in the snow, was an adult female light fury. Already cold, the boys knew that she was long gone, deep red bleeding color into the snow that covered most of her body. She must have been attacked by another dragon or animal and managed to come this far before ultimately losing her battle with her wounds.

This, however is not what held the furies' attention captive. Instead, it was the small figure that desperately huddled to the corpse's side. A baby. He was small, definitely not old enough to fly, nevertheless survive on his own. He shivered in the cold as snow slowly began to cover his tiny figure. Soon, he'd join his mother.

This fate was never met as the night light approached the hatchling, carefully lifted him with his mouth, and carried him away from the tragic scene with his partner by their side. This child would not die in the cold. They won't allow it. He's coming home.