"Awoo,"
The young Red Dragon, who had been dozing off with his head tucked under his broad wings, paws wrapped around his tail beneath his chin, slowly opened his eyes.
Karon lazily stretched his red wings, which were adorned with magic patterns, yawning long and wide, releasing a burst of fiery sparks from his mouth and nostrils.
The Red Dragon, entering his teenage phase, had scales the size of an adult human's palm, marking the most gentle period in a Red Dragon's life, transitioning from the bright scarlet of infancy to a deep dark red.
His entire body was covered in scales of a red hue with a soft metallic sheen, emitting a faint glow in the somewhat dim volcanic lair, sparkling like a treasure amidst the deep magma.
Karon surfaced from the flowing lava, shaking off the dried clumps of magma sticking to him, which slid off his smooth scales, splashing the molten flow in all directions.
