And look! It has grown wings! 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.
The first memory this little hatchling has is of cold. Soul barely had the strength to clamber out of his eggshells as he hatched, and he could only lie still on the remains of the egg that had kept him safe. Looking around, he was laying on a pile of debris; abandoned eggs, broken eggs, dead eggs. Despite the bitter wind blowing over the rocky outcrop, there was also an unmistakable pungent smell of decay. Trying to catch his breath from the exertion of hatching, he fell into the deep, dreamless slumber of exhaustion.
When he woke, Soul felt a fresh breeze and warm sunshine on his scales as an Aeon Wyvern carried him to a new home. As he learned, his parents had abandoned his egg because he was not the prestigious Soulpeace they were hoping for. Though their heartless neglect has stunted his growth, his new companions have taught him to let go of his feelings of failure. Though still eager to please others, Soul has found his self-worth does not depend on what breed he is.