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Heartwind lay down beside the young female, feeling a bit protective. A shadow cast at the opening to the nursery, blocking the rocky entrance. Heartwind looked up to see her mate standing there. "Darksong must let her stay." She said, voice pleading. "She's so close to nesting."
Simmerclaw stepped in and ran his tail over Heartwind's flank. "Of course she will." He said gently. He knew how distraught she still was over the loss of her brood, and had never really been able to find harsh words for his mate. "I'll talk to her when she gets back." He promised, and left the nursery. Heartwind lay her head down, hoping that the expecting dragon was warm enough.
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Aurawing nodded, and bent down slowly into a crouch, trying to keep her tail and wings steady. She stretched her paw out carefully, and as precisely as she could. Her first step was shaky, but she steadied herself to avoid rustling the grass and alerting her prey.

Darksong chuckled. "Mice feel your pawsteps." She said. "They'll feel you far before they see you- so you can stretch your wings out for balance, but keep all your weight on your haunches. Then your front paws won't create any noise or tremors."
She demonstrated, then straightened. "Now you try." She encouraged.

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Aurawing nodded again, stretching her wings out to keep her balance. She shifted her weight onto her haunches, and stepped forward again, noticing her quieter approach with satisfaction. Her heart fluttered in anticipation as she neared her prey, ready to pounce.

Darksong smiled as the little dragon pounced on the leaf. "Excellent job." She purred, tail sweeping across the leaves. "We'll work on hunting mice, rabbits and birds until you are big enough to think about hunting deer."
Humour danced in her eyes as she added, "That might be a while yet."

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Aurawing smiled with her tiny teeth as the leaf crunched beneath her paws. "What do we hunt now?" She asked, trying not to sound too persistent in front of her mentor.

Darksong paused. She had been busy since Riverstep had been her apprentice.. that had been many seasons ago. How long.. two circles? Three? In any case, it had been a long time since she mentored a Dragonlet.
"That enough for today for hunting. We can practise tree-climbing until it is time to go back to the camp." Tree climbing was a good skill for Dragonlets to learn. Their wings would not be full grown and strong for another nine moons or so. And even then, a battle injury might prevent them from flying, if just for a time- and trees were the next best way of surviving a Dire Wolf alone.

Dragon's Name: Greystorm Gender: Male Age Group: Defender Body Colour: Denim Wing Colour: Silver Eye Colour: Silver [img]http://flightrising.com/render/350/85440_350.png[/img] Character Flaw: He is over-protective of his daughter, due to the death of his mate. He fears that she will die the same as her mother, Rainflight. Other: Greystorm has a protective nature; he is angered by any injustice and seeks to protect those who were falsely convicted. He does not like to be idle and blames himself for not being able to help anyone. He has a soft-spot towards elders, hatchlings, and dragonets. He can be forceful at times, but he always has a deep concern for his clan. (If Dragonlet or older) Class: Fighter Looking for a mate: Rainflight (deceased) Pregnant: N/A