Kalsilver

A drifter from another lair, another region of th de lands, this fae found himself in company of the newly coupled Tundras. It became clear quickly that the furred dragons had the food and shelter the smaller wanderer required, and that despite any curses or speed they possessed and the clutch of eggs the female protected, that a battle would not end favorably.
Before they could flee, the nesting female stopped them, spreading her wings and addressing them in a way that denoted her as the leader. She warned them of the dangers of wandering these plains without direction, without passage granted. Dangers the fae had been avoiding with increasingly narrowing margins. . . And then she did something unexpected to the spurned Plauge kin:
She offered them a place to rest.
Two weeks had passed, their ribs no longer showing, wounds healed and body fed. Their pale coloring was still apparent, but not sickly, shimmering in the sunlight. The fae had grown accustomed to having a soft straw bed, warming sunlight and cool air against their scales, fresh air always plentiful to fill their lungs with at any moment. The most wondrous thing of all was how peaceful it was, how much LIFE there was, coexisting in harmony. There was even other dragons who had found their way here, welcomed as they were with open wings.
It was when Amber's first best hatched that they decided. This would be their new home, now, and they were never looking back. . .