This hatchling appears to be... dead?

Perhaps not. It seems to be active during the night.

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.

One moonless night, a lone hatchling—a girl, as it was—traveled hesitantly through dark woods. She had been on her way to visit her grandmother's, but had ventured off the path while chasing a butterfly. Unable to find her way back, and in an unfamiliar part of the forest, she cried out again and again, hoping that someone, anyone would hear her. A piercing cry rang out, but it was only the hunt-call of an owl. She looked around, wishing that the branches of the trees didn't obscure the stars as they did. A dark shadow, barely noticeable in the blackness of the night, passed over her-

A family mourned the loss of a child. A small hatchling stumbled through the woods, searching for the way out, forever trapped in the wooden labyrinth. A little lost hatchling, a girl, one day led astray. A little lost girl, taken. A little lost red-winged hatchling, never again to see the light of day.