Silvertip Mountain after dark

Since this one's sat a while, I'ma wrap it up for us?

Toothless shrank even further back when the stranger tossed a fish its way, its lip curling ever so slightly as it looked at the offering. It stayed put, watchfully waiting as Leader continued to devour the goat and the stranger polished off his other fish.

Only when the others had finished and retreated somewhat did Toothless approach the kill. It sniffed at it for a few minutes, then quite abruptly tore off a chunk. Clutching its treasure in its teeth, it raced back to the shadows, to eat in peace and private.

This was how Toothless would remain in the days to come: part of the pack, bound to Leader, yet always on the peripheries, an outsider looking in.