Scribey's Clan

As a traveler among the shadows of the Wispwillow Grove, you find that tonight, even the glimmering mushrooms and the light of fireflies and chittering faeries are not enough to guide you through the Tangled Forest, towards your real goal. As much as you'd hate to admit it, you are lost, and for the majority of the night, you spent wandering.
Then, you approach a line of willows all leaning into each other so the draping leaves would make a discreet entry into a closed-off area. There were dim-colored lights emitting from the trees, presumably a type of firefly you have not seen before.
You hesitantly make your way to the entrance of the area, and to your surprise, you see a storm of different colors, all dragons bustling around beneath the well-lit canopy, all dragons that supposedly called this place home.
"Welcome to the Clan of the Twilight Vultures." A dragon from behind you whispers into your ear.