My random Progenitor, and a member of the Original 12; my very first Tundra Dragon!

Bowthorpe was a wanderer, belonging to no Clan and having little to her name but the Gladewalker Cape on her back. She spent her time foraging in the dangerous Starwood Strand for edible plants, always looking for a new place to stay the night.

However, dragons in the Strand tended to be aggressive, and fledgling Clans in the Reaches were too afraid of strangers to even consider letting her in. Often, her nights were spent out in the cold, dreaming that she may find a Clan that would accept her.

One evening, whilst searching for a safe place to rest, she stumbled upon a cheery Mirror carving himself a home into the side of a mountain in the Reaches, humming as he did so. He was decked out in dull, dented armour, but his joy shone even though the metal did not.

Bowthorpe made a point of not approaching lone Mirrors, as they were often injured and thus prone to attacking, but something about him just seemed... Safe. She was just daring enough to take a single step forward.

When he noticed her, he waved her over, gleefully showing off the miraculous home he had made. The cavern went deep into the side of the mountain, so deep that a full Clan could've taken weeks to hollow it out.

Amazed, she asked how long it'd taken him to make it all by himself, to which he proudly replied that he had started this very morning, from just a flat mountainside.

Lonely and looking for a place to send the night, she asked if Savage could carve her a similar, smaller lair nearby for herself. Instead, he welcomed her with open arms, inviting her to be the first dragon to join his new Clan. She gratefully accepted, and the rest is history.

The two now have three children, Barbaric, Autumn and Dusty, all of whom have mates and children of their own.