::It was a normal day for Icewing. He woke up earlier than his brothers and sisters, and as per usual, he was full of energy. Looking about the cave that was their home, he neither sensed nor smelled his parents, but he knew that Storm was in her chambers. One of them was always there, and it tended to ruin his fun. But for now he could do as he wished with a minimal amount of trouble. Sneaking up on his sleeping siblings, he pulled tails, wings, and legs to wake them all up, which set them off pipping until they saw him, then they gave growls and snorts of anger. Icewing giggled and moved about in the shadows, pouncing on his brothers and sisters when they made the journey too close. As he looked up at the wall, he spied the wyvern head that his mother brought home, and feeling particularly mischevious, he took it down and lept from the shadows, making an erie sound and holding the head in front of him, terrifying his brothers and sisters.::