Wangji

An injured imperial limped through the Cloudscrape Crags, bleeding heavily from a gash in his foot. He had narrowly escaped a cave-in while exploring the area, but had stepped on a sharp rock while running. Feeling somewhat faint from blood loss, he stopped against a large tree to catch his breath and re-bandage his wound. The cold bit at his scales, and he took a deep breath as his eyes fell shut. Maybe just a second of sleep...

When he awoke, he found himself in a den with several other recovering dragons. It looked like some kind of infirmary. Another imperial came over and smiled warmly. "I'm glad to see you're recovering," he said. "How are you feeling?"

Ting Wang was shocked to discover that there was a clan of mostly imperials living out here in the mountains, rescuing any hurt dragons that they happened to stumble across. Grateful for their support, he decided to stay and help give back to the community.