The ancient wyrm coiled beneath the mountain, its scales shining like embers in the dark.

In the moonlit valley, ancient wyrms slumbered beneath the roots of the mountains, dreaming of storms and old wars.

The wyrmling curled up beside the campfire, its scales glowing faintly in the dusk.

The farmer watched nervously as a clutch of wyrmlings slithered out from beneath the old stone wall.