Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

Squished between a rock and a hard place (literally), Toothless remained very still, its large ears quivering as it listened. It heard the scrape of leathery paw pads on the shale above, followed soon after by the clatter of debris as the wolf descended the cliff. When it spotted the shadow, which loomed closer, it pressed itself even further into the crack. It then became motionless again as it imitated just another shadow, even squinting its bright chartreuse eyes to lend to the charade.

When the hulking she-wolf lowered herself to the smaller ledge, Toothless froze like a deer in headlights, the fight-or-flight instincts waging a brief battle in its head. It very nearly burst out of the groove like a bat out of hell, screeching its fear and misery, but instead it shrank back as far as it could and grew still again. It watched as the beast of a wolf settled itself just feet away, simply watchful, as if she hoped Toothless would put on a show.

For ten solid minutes, Toothless didn't move a muscle. Then it started to feel cramped and the sensation of a thousand beestings began to scrawl up its rear legs. It squirmed slightly, to no avail. Eventually, it could not deny the urge to move. It knew it would be spotted and there was a good chance it would be killed instantly. Yet Toothless knew it had no choice.

Pressing close to the ground and slinking like a beaten pup, Toothless spilled out of the space in which it had been wedged and tried to creep around the large she-wolf. Its body clung to the earth, its ears pasted backward to its nape and it kept its tail fearfully tucked as it tried to sidle past unbothered. All the while, it kept its eyes narrowed, not out of malice or ill intention, but instead out of fear of the inevitable blows that might rain down upon it.

As soon as it felt it could, Toothless fully intended to dart like a rabbit. Only a few more feet...