Jolteon

*Work in Progress*
Jolteon, one of the most free spirited of her many siblings within the clan often found herself getting into trouble and wandering off into the woods. Her parents often scolded her for this, especially on days when she returned with many scrapes and bruises from her adventures. But, alas, they could not control the young hatchling with all of her other siblings to attend to. Whilst taking count of their children they’d often notice a moment too late that Jolteon had slipped away. Bolting off once again to race the woodland creatures and sing with the melodious chirping of the warbling birds. Her mother often supported her but her father remained strict and concerned. While Jolteon’s mother often nurtured and encouraged her adventurous habits and love for music her father would discourage her travels. Even going as far as to bribe her with a wooden flute he had managed to create. Jolteon took the flute with glee but made no promise to her dad on whether or not her travels would continue and this caused for her father’s worry to only grow. The Wildclaw parents would frequently send their Companions to watch after the growing hatchling, and Jolteon would frequently remain unaware of the Umbra Wolf sent by her dad which consistently watched from the shadows. The wolf would always be sure to remain unknown and unseen to all except those who threatened the hatchling he was sent to guard. Many of the dangers and threats of the forest were constantly thwarted and warded off with nothing but a mere glare from the Shadowy creature as Jolteon continued to play around with her friends of the woodlands. Her protected and sheltered life as a hatchling caused her to grow into quite the care free dragon who often trusted others to soon. This became especially evident when she met a traveling wildclaw dressed in black and adorned in shadowy armor with a banner flung across his wings. “Oh, now wouldn’t that be a fun person to meet?” Jolteon questioned her Companion which stared back up at her with worry in it’s eyes. Something about this strange wildclaw before them just didn’t feel right and the Flora Cerdae made sure to vocalize this opinion in choice. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure he’s nice” Jolteon reassured with a light giggle as she approached the new stranger without a care in the world. Her Companion trailing reluctantly behind her with it’s head lowered towards the ground and a timid gleam in it’s eyes.