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[EGG]

The recently-hatched dragon had wasted no time in exploring his surroundings and outside of the nest. Curiosity ran in his DNA, and keeping him cooped up inside was not an option. It would be a matter of time before he would feel the itch to travel out of camp, but for now, he was focused on exploring his natural instincts. Right now, playing the hunter was his favorite game.

Someone had been nice enough to gift the youngster a bouncy ball in the hopes that it would prove to be entertaining for him. Thankfully, it was indeed entertaining for the dragon, and he had spent a few good minutes playing with it. Fresh, goopy slobber coated the ball and tracked more dirt onto it each time it rolled across the ground. Was this unsanitary? Highly, but the hatchling didn't know any better. Dirty or not, the ball was the only object of his eye at the current moment.

The baby dragon growled and trilled in a playful manner as he concentrated on "hunting" the ball. He instinctively layed low before pouncing and wrapping his short arms and legs around it. He tumbled onto the ground and rolled around, wrapping his jaws around the toy and gnawing at it with his stubby teeth. Saliva rolled down the sides as he attempted to bite into his "prey", his blue eyes squinting in concentration, though in reality he looked quite ridiculous (and rather cute).