Mimir wrinkled his nose, trying to look unoffended and followed Albus as he led them to the aviary, where the younger dragons were kept and nurtured. Albus knew the way and led the two back again above the surface. Mimir was used to living inside the mountain, but Albus was relieved to breathe fresher mountain air for a change. A tall, jagged peak came into view, which on closer inspection, showed the image of a flowing Chinese dragon carved around the surface. It was entered by a large hidden door and had been hollowed out to reveal a large empty enclosure which was filled with nearly a hundred dragon pups. Some flew around screeching and chasing one another for play, while others sedately lounged on uprooted trees and trunks gathered from the forests below.