The Ga'hoolian Hireclaw

In the Northern Kingdoms, on the island of Dark Fowl, the legendary blacksmith, Orf, was crafting a beautiful set of battle claws. As he lays down his tongs to fly to his hollow for a days rest, he spots an object out of his forge entrance. It is an egg in a moss hammock. This is my first story. Please tolerate my ignorance, or stupidity if you like, whatever works dear reader.