And look! Its wings have grown larger! It must be close to maturing.
Young dragons are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own and are usually left alone by their mother.
This young dragon finds the behavior of humans to be most baffling. They bicker over who gets to carry off small trees. They attempt to name their majestic draconic companions things like Frumpy Froofroo Face. They get excited when the Vampire plague spreads throughout their dens. But, in his opinion, the absolute most confusing thing about them is their attitude towards Ridgewings. Purple Ridgewings, the natural color, blend in to their environment and thus avoid predation, while the rarer, mutant tan ones often don't survive childhood. And yet the humans get in an absolute tizzy over the pale ones and treat them like they're the most amazing things on earth! It's as if they enjoy having a pet that can be easily found and devoured, or something. Giving up on trying to make sense of it all, he's instead devoted his time to studying bugs, a group of far more logical creatures.