Zog counted. There were only a handful left.
For Juvenile Dragons protected by adults, this was an extremely low survival rate.
Normally, most Dragons have a very safe childhood. The death rate only starts to skyrocket when they become sub-adults.
That's the age when they're most reckless. Due to their inability to judge an opponent's strength, combined with their overly belligerent nature, they die at the hands of powerful figures they accidentally run into.
"When did this start happening?" Furin asked in surprise. She knew nothing about it either.
"In the last two years," the Green Dragon continued to explain. "Our territory was already shrinking because of those smoke-belching Human machines. But it was still manageable back then. Despite some difficulties, we could still find suitable territory. But everything changed a little over two years ago."
"A little over two years ago?"
