You're smack in the middle of the Hylands, when a nearby hatchling Wyvern is growling and chewing on a bone. What do you do? Pathetic.... That's what he thought, as he stared down at the red coloured hatchling. His green eyes dark with disappointment, he looked down his nose at the young Wyvern with distaste as it growled and snarled as it gnawed at the bone it had found, as if it had actually caught its kill and was worthy of protecting it like dragons do treasure."Weak. Nothing but pitiful you are," he ground out stepping forward.The hatchling, finally taking notice of him hunched over its prize and hissed at him, arching it's small bod...