Growing up in a war torn clan wasn't easy for the little soft-hearted coatl, beaten down daily by bullies he did what he could to stay alive. As he matured, he was tasked with a mission, to infiltrate their enemy's lair and destroy their future generation. When he refused, multiple times in fact, he was beaten within an inch of his life and thrown out into the rainy night, where he was found by a dragon by the name of Efil, who took him back to the ruins his clan called home. He was taken in and nursed to health, thanks to the care of an attentive medicine dragon. As Tino spent months recovering, he began to grow bored, stuck in one place, until he saw something he had never noticed. A sad little hatchling, likely the last of it's clutch, bandaged, and alone. Using what little extra strength he had, he moved closer to the hatchling and kept them company in their last few hours of life. Seeing this had touched Mobius', clan leader at the time, heart and couldn't simply throw him out once he was recovered. Even with how much time had passed, no one still could believe that the once poor scarred mess of mud and feathers had become one of the most esteemed and gentle hatchling caretaker the lair had ever had