It was a cool day in this forest, a soft breeze flowing through the trees, and the sun casting a golden, ethereal glow over everything. John Price, a dragon hybrid, is laying on a rock near the entrance of his den, basking in one particular patch of sun that’s always perfectly warm. He’s on his stomach, eyes closed and wings hanging over the sides of the rock, his head resting on his arms. The only sounds are his breathing and chatter of the forest.