Kuma's Literatures

Moth had a fluttering feeling in his chest. The type you get when you're nervous, or when your crush smiles at you. At least, dimly, he remembers from the scrolls, thats what he thinks crushes feel like. Alone with five other dragons, two your friends and three practically your parents, didn't leave you much wiggle room for crushes. But he knows this isn't nerves, or crushes, because he's staring down at the mutilated, blue-stained corpse of an icewing.