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The early spring air carried a pleasant breeze to Nirrivale’s nest, reeds rustling in the calming winds. Trading with humans had its perks, she noted, the “silk” she received nearly made her forget the bumpy eggs underneath her. She rubbed her beak against the surface of each one, each comfortingly warm under her scales.“Enjoying the silk, Nirri?” she smiled at her mate’s smooth speech. Krei fluttered down from the top of the cliffside and into the cave, landing gracefully at Nirrivale’s side. He rubbed his beak under hers, and added, “I hate to ruin your fun, but it’s your turn to patrol today.”She made a clicking noise in the back of her...

No one ever taught Snowdrop the Sabertooth Driver mating dance. She was out on her own even when she was just a hatchling, and dancing was the last of her concerns. Still, she had a vague idea of what it was supposed to be. Instinct, perhaps.And here she was now, walking through the sloshy, melting snow, on her way to perform in front of a bunch of viking hatchlings. If she would have ever told her younger self about anything she’d done now, she wouldn’t have believed herself.“Why do I have to go first?” she asked Dogwood, who would be performing after her, demonstrating the Wooly Howl’s dance.“Ladies first?” he replied with a nervous laug...