There was a simple reason for why Ren was rather pissed off. The fact of the mater was she had been warped back into a hatchling, and subjected to go through it without the will to poof back. They had taken her magic. Happy camper she was so not. There she was sitting in her room which for the sake of security had been turned into a prison.

Tail was whacking at the bars around her crib, teeth were gnawing at the wooden bars, and claws had shredded the bed, literally. There was just a mass of feathers and wood by now and for record's sake she had scared off as many nannies as her grandson Teshid, but in less time. Roaring sounded more like wailing as she started to dig at the wall in the back of her room.

Clump, by clump the rock came free. Those little claws were still strong enough to do the trick. A hole was made, then a little path, hour later she was peering at a ray of light. Then with a thump of her tail she was out! Free from her little prison and into the world around her. The room behind her, was shredded, destroyed, and demolished. Ren had made sure of that as such a little beast.

Oh yeah, she was a monster in the shape of a hatchling, her escape from the lair was just as freeing. Spitting out her binky she looked around with a look that would make the devil wizz himself. Snorting she scurried down the rocks and spread her little wings. Stretching them she took flight over the lake and onwards towards the city. Just wait till Icer and Aurthur find out. The little monster was out. Ren had escaped.