Anvindr

Home is where the heart is, and {name}'s heart has ever been encaptured by his quest for knowledge and new experiences. Born a child of Clan Dlady he quickly found the presence of so many sibling and extended family stifling. Finding something new and interesting that others had not already begun cataloging was far too much of a challenge!

Striking out on his own across the reaches of the Southern Icefield the young Tundra male made his way through territories and lairs held by well established clans. Many were friendly, some outwardly suspicious and still others proved on the rare occasion to be directly aggressive.

One particularly frigid night he wandered the frigid floes, cold beyond what even his layers of striped gray fur could defend against, he stepped into a small cave system to get out of the rising wind of an ice storm. Nostrils flared, catching scents he had not noted in the gathering storm. A pair of dragons were huddled around a small clutch of eggs.

The older tundra male floofed his fur around their icy treasure while the guardian female rose, approaching the hatchling cautiously. This was her first clutch and the lady was understandably protective.