Spudge

A pastel blue Tundra glides overhead. Scar’s gotten out from under the pile of familiars, herding them. The Tundra roars, a clear suggestion the creatures to go in the opposite direction of the loud dragon. Scar looks up and nods at the dragon. It turns around and flies away toward the Satyr. Landing on the ground before her, he bows his head. “My hatcher said you would be my new mom, for I have none,” the fuzzy dragon spoke.

Mad smiles and nods back, "Yes, yes. Come with then! You will fit in well. I have Muddle you must meet!" Mad scrubs the fluffy tundra on the head.

Gabriel the golden veil zips up and nuzzles into the tundra's mane, "Hey! How you doing? What's your name?"

"I—" the tundra looked sad before going cross-eyed and looking at Gabriel. "I don't have one."

"Oh! Well I will forever call you Spudge," Gabriel giggled and began to braid the hair next to the dragon's horn.

"Hey! Do I get a say?" the satyr complained as she led the tundra through the woods to their camp.

"Nope!" Gabriel laughed and zipped away, returning with a small flower.

"It's okay. I like it," the tundra smiled.

"Well then," the satyr pushed through the hedge fence and showed her glade. "Welcome home, Spudge."