Power tingled in the MudWing Dragonet's talons---untapped,unbridled power with an ultimate cost---and something else.A sense of warmth,of safety,of bliss.But first,he had to get to his troop before anyone could decide what miracles he'd make,or tragedies he'd start.The egg was tough,but the baby Animus was tougher.It cracked and broke beneath the power in his talons.His first thoughts were,'Damp.Me no like damp place.Me want siblings.Me lonely.' He saw a large dragon,who was brown like him,and he felt intimidated,as if the adult could take away the powerful talons he had and replace them with ordinary talons.Then he saw a black dragonet. 'Darkened BigWings',his subconscious dubbed the oldest sibling,who came over and snapped at the large brown dragon.The large brown dragon made a noise as if what Darkened BigWings did was amusing.The large mud dragon picked up the baby Animus and said,"I'll call you....Quaker.How's that sound?" The name...fit rather well,thought the little MudWing,and so he smiled.