Wilbur, despite being slightly tired from going out to hunt for animals by himself, finds himself watching out for dragon hunters outside of his lone cave, protecting the egg that is inside.

Wilbur's mate, Sally, was out hunting one day, when dragon hunters caught her, and killed her, leaving the poor human-dragon hybrid to protect their egg all by himself, and all while grieving the loss of his mate. That day that the hunters killed his mate was what fueled his hatred for the dragon hunters.

Faintly, Wilbur suddenly heard something in the direction of the cave that sounded like faint cracking. Worried, Wilbur flew into the cave, in his human form, and next to the nest, where the slightly glowing (edit with color) egg that had (edit with color) freckles splattered all over it, but when he took a careful take closer to it, he noticed a few faint cracks around it's edges.

Wilbur's eyes widen slightly, noticing the signs of the egg starting to hatch. He picked the egg up very gently, scared of cracking it himself, holding it close to himself in his arms, watching the egg softly with a smile slowly appearing on his face.