IcyTheWC's Clan

The story of this clan is not as peaceful as the founding dragon claims it was. It included battle, after countless battle, struggling just to get life necessities done. Eventually, the dragon found a small den with a small abandoned nest in the back corner. It had 3 small eggs inside, their glow slowly fading as she watched. She couldn't let these eggs die, they hadn't even experienced life yet. She gently laid herself onto the eggs, careful not to hurt them. Before she could think about what she was doing, she fell into a deep sleep. She awoke with a start. She opened her eyes and saw 4 curious faces looking at her. She thought to herself, "4? I must be dreaming, there were only 3 eggs." She saw a kind dragon's face looking back at hers.
"Wh-Where am I?" She stammered, her words trembling like her talons. His scales were a goldenrod color.
"You found my den, I see. You are in the Lair of the Driftwood Drag," the mysterious dragon whispered.
The young hatchlings scrabbled around at her feet. "They don't seem hostile," she thought to herself.