Today the weather was dry and there was not much wind.

It was spring and many young preys were leaving their nests.

It was also an opportunity but dad had the wisdom to wait until they were grown to "pick" them.

We did not lack anything but I could see that they were exhausted. Especially dad physically and mom, not fed enough. She had lost a lot of fat and 4 voracious "little ones" was more work than 1 or 2 especially since I had an XXL size for a baby.

Moreover, I had a kind of "system" that indicated my progress but it was "realistic" and I didn't grow according to the number of "kills", of kill with XP.

On the other hand I had a kind of relative gauge comparing my strength, my defense and my chances to defeat an opponent.

And the accuracy would increase with experience but not with XP.

It was a pity but better than nothing.

On the other hand I had like skills like understanding a language, and a gauge of "mana" or "Ki".

But I had a kind of "cheat": Science : MAX.

And I had "Understanding of Magic - Alchemy" at 1%. This meant I could progress and gain more skills.

I also realized our problem.

"DADDY... Mir hunt with you...watch careful climbing back."

Mom hesitated.

"MOM chase rabbit brother sisters..!"

They knew I could catch rats and kill a rabbit with no problem.

My stinger was not yet developed but I had made a rabbit skin bag with dozens of rocks to shoot with.

Dad was curious and thought we were going to play ball or "catch."

They were like 4 year olds, grown up but playful!

Dad was waiting to feel my claws clinging to his neck to take off but I pressed myself against him and it was like a roller coaster.

We dived 40 meters and immediately he recovered in speed and I could admire the beauty of the world.

The wind was whistling and I shouted "Daddy!!! the best!!! Super DAD!"

He was proud and I could feel him unconsciously lifting his head.

I was lucky to have loving parents even though they were semi intelligent animals.

It was now my job to turn my family into a tribe and why not an ethnic group!

I could already see myself leading the whole troop and having a dragon village where life would be good.

Problems were piling up in my head but one thing at a time.

The sun was rising towards the east, I guess, and it was skimming the plains and forests bordering the rocky cliff, overlooking a plateau that gradually climbed towards a mountain range.

According to my memories, the higher you went, the bigger and more resistant the animals were, and especially... dangerous.

What I feared were wing wounds, griffins and maybe Fenrirs? They were fantastic creatures and I didn't know if they were just in my imagination or if they were real.

Dad started to "Talk".

"Mir not Montagne!"

"Dad? Danger? Bad guys??"

Dad: "Yes... Sharp! Canines..!" and he rolled up his lips to show his rows of sharp teeth..

"Yes... DAD!!"

These were proto-sentences but it got the point across.

We flew over the wall and saw other wyverns trying to teach their young to jump into the void for a first flight.

"DADDY... Stop!"

He stopped and did a circular flight so I could watch.

The dark gray female was pushing her winged chick to the edge, with a steep slope full of gravel, which would still give a chance in case of a bad fall.

The daddy was looking at us warily, our curiosity having triggered a protective instinct.

His head was swinging between us and his little one.

We must have been 200 yards away, a respectable, unprovoked distance.

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Fights between Wyverns were frequent but everything was ritualized. Probably a survival instinct of the group.

I knew that birds were cruel and I didn't want to end up like that.

Birds are beautiful from afar, but they are uniquely cruel.

They devour slowly, beak after beak, digging into the flesh of their victims, promising a slow and painful agony. Bah... I had shivers.

I still looked around me, by reflex.

The buzzards, eagles were gaining speed and almost decapitating their prey or breaking their necks on impact, not to mention the huge talons like swords.

The world was magnificent and breathtakingly beautiful but I was instinctively afraid and dug my nose between dad's back spikes, as if to protect myself.

Plus... I was afraid of heights. 200 meters below me...

Daddy could feel that I was shaking with fear...yes, I still had a little humanity but I was a baby! A big baby...but the animals here were giant...

The little one squeaked and fell into the void and instinctively flapped his wings and hit the wall several times but finally managed to stay in flight.

The father wanted to rush to catch him and bring him back but an eagle had spied the scene and charged at the unfortunate creature.

"DAD! Hurry! Hurry!"

He charged in roaring to protect the unsuspecting little creature, but I took my rock and hit him with the end of my wyvern tail and the projectile went to hit the eagle,

Well, he was big for the earth, like a condor, but small for here.

He was knocked off balance and sore and screamed in pain and anger.

Dad moved aside so that the male could catch up with his cub, and the mother joined him.

He found himself on the edge, cradled by his parents.

They were shocked, but the father seemed pleased with my achievement.

The little white wyvern looked at me and whistled, then climbed on her daddy's neck, to do what I did.

Probably a new potential playmate.

Then we crossed meadows and rocks and hills as far as the eye could see, a bit like the Tatar plains... and it made me think of imaginary yurts.

Further north, a dense forest and Dad growled silently, to show me how to spot prey.

What I had noticed confirmed my doubts.

There were too many of us!

Then dad stood still and I spotted some boars heading for a watering hole on the edge of the forest and he positioned himself with the sun in front of us so that we wouldn't cast a shadow and betray our position.

Then Dad dropped like a buzzard and got up again, but this way he had a blind spot and he could get hurt, miss the prey. The hunt was difficult.

The boars scattered with a howl, warning a mile away that a predator was lurking.

That we were on the prowl.

Dad then took comfort in the rabbits and by the time he caught one, the hundreds of others had fled to their burrows.

He slowed down so that I could fly underneath him and get the rabbit and keep it for the rest of the hunt.

Dad hoped Mom would have better luck.

Then I had an idea.

"Daddy. Pebble!

He quickly understood and went to another meadow with burrows.

He passed not too high and not too low and I shot.

It was hard and the first time with the eagle, it was the luck of the beginner.

However, I got 2 rabbits!

Dad was proud of me, almost jealous.

Then we headed to the wild river with many streams and salmon jumping to go upstream.

Dad positioned himself to catch wriggling salmon and it paid off.

He swallowed them immediately, exhausted from the long flight.

I had to do something and jumped off his back.

He was frightened for me but I pointed to some reeds and plants.

Then I tried to pull and cut but the plants were fibrous and difficult to cut. Obviously, this was what I was looking for.

Dad turned his head to the side a few degrees, in surprise and to try to understand...

"You'll see!"

Then he straightened his head, surprised and wanted to take me by the skin of my back so that I could climb on it.

I understood quickly... there were bears approaching.

A bear would be a very good meal, but 6 bears in a family, it was perhaps us on the menu.

I jumped up immediately and Dad took off.

The bears charged as if to grab one of his paws. But Dad was not born of the last war.

The bears, so cute, they act selfless and then do their charm act. And then, Tchak! they attack as soon as you enter their attack zone.

Dad whined about his meager hunting and was tempted to go further south.

And there... I understood...

There were columns of smoke... villages or a village probably.

And certainly pastures..

"NO!! NO!!! DADDY... never... full arrows!!! "

"MIR, DADDY hungry!"

"STOP DAD.. STOP DADDY STOP... "and I began to whimper and hit his back..

"MIR FIND EAT!! FULL EAT!"

He calmed down with a whimper/

"MIR LOVE DAD" and I licked his neck, while massaging his back.

Evening fell and Mom was with my brood and they were squealing with hunger.

I gave a rabbit to mom, another to dad and the third to my brother and two sisters.

We were moaning but so were the other couples.

We were at the bottom of the cliffs, at the edge of the brook then I climbed on a rock, leaned on my tail to sit down and with my hands paws wings, I took the 2 pebbles and broke them in 2 by striking them very hard.

"PEBBLE CUT CUT!"

I then took the rabbit skin and took a point of the pebble and cut the skin into strips

They looked astonished.

Then I showed a hole, to explain a burrow and took the ball of skin to imitate the running rabbit.

And the ball was tightened to the neck by the collar!

"CUT CUT HATCH RABBIT EAT MUCH"

They wagged their tails in curiosity and my brothers and sister imitated me in cutting strips.

Then mom took us to the burrows on the hill where it was impossible to catch more than one rabbit.

We jumped off our parents to go to the burrows and I placed the snares wide open.

Then the sun went down and we went home. Finally, our cave

The small white wyvern came to join us and she also tried a "cutter".

It was a carnage but we had fun as we could.

Exhausted, we took refuge under mom for me and the others under the wing of dad, for a change.

But the sleep was short, awakened by rumblings... of empty stomachs.

And we woke up, hungry in the stomach early in the morning.

Instinctively, dad went with me to see the burrows and... bingo, 10 rabbits were lying, dead and strangled by the trap.

He made big eyes and we picked them up

Mom was still brooding over the little ones and looked sad, the blow hanging.

Then her eyes filled with light once the 10 rabbits had been brought in

"NOT SMART RABBIT"

"FESSSTIN FESSSTIN" I shouted in heart with my sisters...

It was not much for mom and dad, but it was an achievement.

Then I shouted, "Yum, yum!

"A lot of snares, a lot of Yum Yum"

And so we multiplied the snares.

The other little wyverns, attracted by the blood and the food, quickly understood that "Trap" meant "eat".

It was a temporary solution to calm the hunger but it was complex. So much to do!!!!