Whisper watched in excited silence as a little red scaled dragon baby flew out of the tent at full speed toward Fear. The little dragon crashed into Fear, knocking him down to the ground.

Whisper laughed. The little dragon turned to her and flew up to her level, using his spike tipped wings. Whisper cuddled the little dragon in her arms.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a baby dragon!" Whisper asked as she pet the dragon baby in her arms.

"Because I knew this would happen." He said in a annoyed tone.

"What's his name?" Whisper asked, looking to Fear as he got up off the ground.

"Scrap." He answered. Fear walked over to the giant tent with Whisper and Scrap following. He moved the tarp out of the way and walked inside. Whisper followed him as he waited for her in a small hallway of the tent.

He pointed to a door at the end of the hallway.

"Thats the bedroom." He pointed a door on his left a bit behind him.

"Food is in there." and pointed at the last door on his right that was next to him.

"I keep my stuff in there. Like weapons or collectables." Fear said. Whisper nodded.