The Werewolf twins made their way to the hatching grounds among the other bonders. Chase grumbled, as Trailer's eyes went stirght to the clutch's silver dame, both smelling the damp yet wild sent of a comming storm. Wether they were ready or not, the first eggs shattered, a red and bronze. The hatching had begun. The brothers watched the eggs intently, then it happened.
As the bonding was beginning, one egg split to produce two fairly large whites, considering they had shared an egg, the two of them separating with much snapping and hissing. Finally apart, they fell back at each other, scratching and biting. Right behind them, a gold struggling to displace the shell still sticking to his slick hide tripped over a white tail and went sprawling in the sand, hissing at his brothers as he rose. The whites, momentarily forgetting their feud, both turned to hiss and spit at the gold, much to the amusement and horror of Chase, Trailer and K’ley, all of whom hurried forward to separate the three and sort out their bonds.

“No, Farandarth, you and Ranamarth will not be able to shift forms.” Chase told his bond with amusement, grinning at Trailer as they led their white hatchlings from the sand. “And it’s not nice to hunt your siblings,” Trailer added, though he laughed softly, all four momentarily focused on something other than quarrelling or hunting as they headed for food. K’ley, left with the golden male, watched them leave with a look of surprise.

He started it. Farandarth hissed to Chase, at Trailer's remark. "So?" Chase replied. Clumsy gold stepped on my tail. The large white hatchling grumbled.

Cry baby. I'm hungry, so quit whineing about your tail, it ain't magled. Ranamarth interupted with a snort. Trailer nudged his bond towards the food. "Forget it Ran', that meat smells good...." The Werewolf hinted with a gain. Yeah, bet I can beat you to it Farandarth! Ranamarth called out, pushing his still unsteady hatchling legs as fast as they would go. Oh no you don't Ranamarth, you cheater! Fara' hissed, heading after his brother. Chase and Trailer exchanged a glance. This was going to be an intresting future. Just wait until they discovered girls!

Early the next morning.....

I am Farandarth, hear me ROAR!
Don't you ever shut up? A sleepy Ran' growled.
Buzz off Ranamarth. Chase woke to the sounds of argueing in his head. Trailer, as usual, slept like a log. The Werewolf yawned then rose to his feet. You are a morning type anyways rider mine. Farandarth stated. "How would you know?" I'm your dragon, I know this stuff. It is a full time job you know. My skin is crawling. Can you put more of that stuff on it? "Oil?" Whatever. "Of course Fara'."

Trailer grumbled and wrapped a pillow around his head to block out the sound of his noisey sibling and his bond clambering outside and causeing enough rackket to wake the dead. Can you make them go back to sleep? Ranamarth asked his rider in a tired and hopeful tone. "Short of strangleing them, no. Just go back to sleep Rana'." Trailer replied. Just then: Junior Fledglings, wake up and meet at the lake. Make it pronto. The strong tone of C'leb's Brown Saigth echoed through their minds. Trailer? "Yeah." Can I try to hurt Chase and Farandarth for wakeing us up so early? "Not if I find them first..."

Ah, the wonderful days of the Junior Fledglings.