The draconic form wriggles, heaving its reptilian body from its newly broken shell with a wet tearing sound. Sticky fluids ooze from the shell as the beast takes its first unfettered breaths then moves clumsily as it learns to walk. Its gaze roams the surrounding area and its nostrils flare, testing the air for signs of food or danger. It raises its head when the scent of fresh blood and viscera fills the air—its jaws already slathered with slime, and its eyes shining with a hunger not yet sated.
