Nobody told me these things just… fall out. Everyone made such a fuss over my first tooth I assumed it was important, and the day it fell out was (for a moment) the day my world imploded.
There I was, chomping on some antler chews and ping! Out it pops. My heart nearly stopped as my tongue wiggled in the gaping gum hole.
That was it. It was over. I was a Failed Dragon. How could I hunt if all my teeth fall out? I could not. One antler was all it took to rob me of my future. No life soaring above the plains in the pursuit of food, no battling ferociously for my territory…
Until the adults assured me my new fangs would grow back in no time.