​This feisty little fireball looks like he's barely big enough to toast a marshmallow, yet somehow radiates the temper of a stormy volcano.

With bold eyes blazing like frozen lightning and furrowed brows that could slice clouds, Angry channels pure toddler fury. His tiny orange wings fan out in a flare, threatening to lift him skyward in protest, while his light brown scales shimmer like scorched earth after a dragon tantrum. That partly open mouth? It's not quite a roar—more of an adorable snarl, the kind that says “I specifically asked for honey-roasted snails, not salt-grilled!”