Cub name: Tyern
Username: Warrdog
Gender: male
story: While out one afternoon with his 'maternal' father learning to hunt - or rather watching his father hunt to get an idea of what to do- the youngling wandered off. He ventured into the swamps, not into land he was unfamiliar with as they had traveled this particular path many times. He knew he would be reprimanded for running off once one of his parents had finally caught up to him, yet he thirsted for adventure. Heck, he was kind of thirsty in general, actually. He stooped by the water's edge to get a drink, only to be startled by a gator. He noticed it in time, and fled to a safer distance; rather confident in himself at having noticed the beast, but also curious because it hadn't attacked him when he WAS unaware. Ty slowly padded closer to the scaly creature, wondering if it was dead or not. Unfortunately for him it was not dead, and when the cub had let it's guard down the croc lunged for it. Tyern attempted to escape but the gator snapped up the cub's paw, dragging the young one into the murk. Luckily, and with all coincidence his father stumbled upon the disturbance in the water. His claws struck at the gator forcing him to release the young one; and his powerful wings beat the the lizard's face to cause a distraction. The cub hobbled out of the water, while the adult fought of the intruder and current threat. Ty hid himself among the bushes, whimpering and calling for his 'paternal' father to come to their aide. He passed out in short time due to his body shutting down form pain, he isn't sure of what happened after this event; he awoke later having been patched up in the sanctuary. For awhile he was sad, quiet and reserved, though he slowly opened up the other rescues, and eventually came to trust humans, though he is still very skittish around the strange furless creatures.
will you be willing to breed in the future?: Yes