{Is it against teh rules to not have a home? (Super awesome explorer dragon go!)}
Jopazel stretched, feeling the lean muscles she had grown over the years slide beneath her fiery red scales, and opened an eye. It seems the hole she had dug for herself held strong regardless of the storm last night. Thankfully. Sitting up, she stretched her wings, hitting the ceiling, not enough room. She crept her way out, and looked around. Nothing close by, good. With a great stretch, she spread her wings. The rich oils that covered her back, tail, and wings, ignited, and she took flight. The air was still damp with mist from the night before. How could she find food in this weather? She stopped, and tried to listen carefully, but only the sound of her rumbling stomach filled the air. Jopazel grumbled, and set off silently, staying close to the ground in search of food. If her mother had taught her anything centuries ago, it was that good food always stayed close to the ground on misty days.