As the shell cracks, he has to quickly pull back his hand, as a gout of flame erupts from the egg, followed by a small, red snout. Another ten minutes of struggling pass, before, with a wet flop, the newborn red dragon emerges onto the sand. It looks around warily, but not for long, as it spies the pig, and pounces, diving into the fresh meat with talon and flame. Within minutes, chunks of roast pork are splattered around, and the whelp looks satisfied for the moment, and sets its sights on the nearby, actually living creature, looking at him with curiosity.