In the Cave
All he had ever known was this cave.
Ever since he hatched, he had made no move to walk closer to the entrance and instead, always huddled close to his mother who was a golden brown color. Her head was smooth and hard, unlike his own that had scales. She never moved from her spot and he could hear no heartbeat or feel her breaths. That didn’t cause him any alarm though as she wouldn’t need to get up and walk around. There was plenty of food that’s venting through the cave.
There was dim sunlight that was fingering through the entrance tunnel, lighting up the interior dimly. When he climbed up on his mother’s body, he could barely see a second golden brown form that laid just outside. His father if he could guess, always watching, always protecting.
When the sun sets, he snuggled up to his mother’s snout, out of sight of the entrance, and closed his wide eyes, letting the night sounds take him to sleep.