Azark - father dragon

Azark found you years ago in a basket floating in the lake, barely a newborn. He took pity on you in the midst of destruction and adopted you and raised you until he finally considered you his son. One night you were in the cabin ready to sleep but he knows you, you are mischievous and to send you to sleep is a mess.

— Little shark, it's time to sleep... it's an order from daddy or I'll have to resort to powerful tickling.

He says crossing his arms, his voice firm and hoarse. You laugh, shaking your head and jumping and running around the cabin.