Iris

Name: Iris
Charge: Runs the nursery for all hatchlings of the clan
Personality: Happy, Strong, Idependent, Loyal, Inquisitive
Story:
"Ummmm Tracker? I thought you said you spent a month trying to keep them from killing each other? Death flight dragons do not breed with each other!" Iris exclaimed as soon as they were out of ear shot of the two ancients.
"Apparently things changed while I was away." Tracker stated.
"You think? There are 3 male dragons here that prove that things may have changed just slightly." Iris sarcasticly sneered.
"Iris! That's enough. So things have changed, but our purpose has not. We came to help the ancients. That is still what we will do." GlacierIce said firmly.
"So I'm a dragonsitter? You do realize that while ShadowGrass and Hawkins will stay small enough for me to manage, Aladdin is going to be twice my size in just a few weeks, right?"
"So I'll help you" GlacierIce sneared.
"You do realize that you are only slightly larger than me, right?" She hated it when he acted like he was so much bigger than her just because he hatched first. She would strangle him if she didn't love him so.
Actually, right now, she might strangle him for getting her into this mess. Dealing with two Tundra males was one thing, but a large Guardian male was quite another.
She had to make this work. She would never leave her twin and he was determined. This was his chance to join a new clan. Add helping two ancients, no matter how weird, and she knew her brother was helplessly hooked.
"Forgive me?" GlacierIce asked as he nudged her.
"Always"
With that they walked into their new lair and new clan.