Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

Likely baffled by its inexplicable behavior, the great she-wolf finally seemed to grow tired of Toothless. She woofed under her breath, then turned and began to pad away. Surprised into silence, Toothless watched her go, hiccuped, then gulped loudly. On wobbly legs, it began to push itself to its feet, keen to scramble away before the she-wolf perhaps changed her mind and came to back to eat it in a single swallow.

Like a bat, it flitted back into the crevice, feeling safer there in the tight space, wrapped in shadows. It squeaked lightly as it settled, though no more than five minutes passed before the cramps assailed its legs again. Murmuring, it poked out its head, then crept away from the small outcropping again. Immediately, it dropped its slender muzzle to the ground, combing the earth for the brute's scent trail so that it could avoid it.

Yet it led into the cover of the woods, offering Toothless a sense of safety that it could not resist. It found itself tracking the smell and it came up behind the beastly wolf as she resumed a search for her own niche, where she hoped to escape the day's encroaching heat. Slinking along behind her, Toothless watched her every movement, its curiosity blazing despite itself. It quivered like an arrow freshly released from a singing bow, ready to beat a hasty retreat should the big black wolf turn and spot its tiny shadow.