It’s an undead baby dragon, produced by a failed magical spell. It probably would be cute if it weren’t partially decayed.

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 typically 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.

Within the Kes Clan cave there is an isolated corner, where all dragons seems to avoid. Once one nears the corner, the stench of rotting flesh violates the nostrils. Disgust was named for the stink it drives into the cave. You see, the smell does not come from its body. Disgust has a very bad case of gas, even without a strong supply of beans. On good days, the repulsive smell may only pass through the clan once every hour, on a bad day, the cave is evacuated and drenched in Febreze.