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.

He left all those bittersweet memories in the rain, where they belonged. He walked and never stopped walking, and when he died, he still never stopped walking onwards. The rain he sought previously had reminded him of her tip-tap of claws on grass and dirt, which is where he laid those memories to rest.