SuicideSilence's Clan

You look overhead as you enter a strange territory. Surrounded by glittering rocks rests two large dragons. The first is night black with blood red wings. The second is his mate, the color of ice with wings the color of her mates, an egg between her front legs. The male gets up, stretches, and strolls over to you, his large claws clicking on the rocks.
"Hello, human." He greets in his rough voice, his sharp teeth shining faintly in the dawn light. "I see you have found our lair. I am the founder of this Clan, WaitingShadow. This," He gestured to the icy dragon with his tail. "Is my mate, BlackWinter."
He sat down before you, his shadow blocking the light. "Welcome. I am a new Founder, and I have yet to learn more. I crave your wisdom. If you have advice, speak. Now I shall carry on with the rules."
WaitingShadow gives a toothy grin. "Any dragons you may find in my Clan are negotiable for gems and treasures, or other dragons. If you have any dragons that you no longer want, I will accept them for a small amount of treasure."
The egg cracks a bit, and he looks back. "You should go now. Baby dragons can be a handful, and I wouldn't want you to get eaten." He gave a wink and spread his great wings before returning to BlackWinter, nudging the egg and leaving you with your choices on where to go.