Growing up as a young Dragonet was not easy.
Take my Uncle Moltan who trained me how to fight with my claws, teeth, and my fire breath!
However, he had his own special training, where he would train me to avoid being eaten by the bigger predators. and how to escape when i do get eaten. Whenever we did the escape the belly training, he would threaten to digest me and make me fat on his gluttonous rump. of course he never actually meant it as he would never do anything to directly hurt me. But thanks to him i have become pretty good at not being prey...89% of the time...