One at a time, they fall in line

The young male had landed in the most peculiar areas, but he could feel the potential for growth here. His gem-like red coat shimmered in the orange glow of the setting sun, emerald eyes glinting with dark intention. A smile wove itself onto his face and he made his way inland. Dhaegar had survived, he was the only member of his entire family to make it to safety. The glimmering oil slick black on his back seemed to change hues as the breeze caught it. Dark paws moved the massive yearling along the open plane of the dancefloor. He wished to learn what he could, and sharpen his skills. The young male wanted to see his bloodline flourish once more, in order to do that, he had to learn about the natives.