Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

Toothless went unnoticed for so long that it grew bold, though no less stealthy. It now trailed after her quite willingly, scooting behind tree or shrub when it thought it might be spotted. As it traipsed along after the brutish she-wolf, it observed her from afar. Surely such a magnificent snout, rimmed with fearsome teeth, was capable of unknowable cruelty. And those enormous paws could smack the life out of Toothless or any other small animal that crept or crawled. However, she did not seem outwardly fierce. At ease with herself and her surroundings, she seemed more like a great, big, friendly bear than a ferocious dragon.

When she spun around with a friendly chuff, Toothless nevertheless scrambled behind the screen of some brush, tucking itself against the forest floor and waiting. Through the sparse foliage, it could see her eyes, which were brown and wet. Something about them silently coaxed the sylph-like wolf forward, so that its muzzle peeked out from the bushes. Its head then emerged, lemon-lime eyes blinking rapidly and ears bent backward submissively.

There it stopped, staring in the general direction of the large she-wolf, careful to avoid looking directly into those warm espresso eyes. It mewled inquisitively, the fur at its nape ruffling with instinctive fear as if it respected a rebuke for its vocalization. Its tail slithered from side to side, unseen, then stiffened behind it like a poker as it waited for the she-wolf's reaction.