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Latching onto its leader's confidence, Toothless straightened and walked upright, albeit with its head bent. It swallowed a few times, its chartreuse eyes darting back and forth between the trees like a pair of small birds, but primarily stayed focused on the large she-wolf. It did not really think in words, so to speak, yet its every bodily twitch spoke a language of its own, conveying the relationship: she was the leader and it was the follower.

The strange scent lingered nearby and Toothless's bat-like ears pricked in response to the sound of soft footfalls. It flicked behind Leader, peering dubiously around her thick legs, then glanced at her to see what she made of their unwelcome company. She did not seem in the least bothered, nor even interested. Following her lead, Toothless assumed a calm demeanor, though its eyeballs still bounced nervously around the trees.