Silvertip Mountain after dark

When Leader came, she wasn't alone. The taste of victory disappeared and a bewildered Toothless crouched possessively over the kill for only a moment before sliding off it. Mindless of its discomfiture, the large she-wolf moved forward, claiming the spoils. Toothless watched her eat distractedly, though its eyes kept flicking to the tall, lanky wolf behind Leader. Clearly, she trusted him, whoever he was, and Toothless deferred to Leader in these matters.

However, it couldn't change its nature overnight, and so it slid back into the shadows of the rock wall. A long, low breath puffed past its lips as it settled down there, waiting for Leader, the clear Alpha female of this makeshift pack, to finish the lion's share of the kill. It felt too apprehensive to be hungry anyway, though as it waited there and the unfamiliar wolf made no attempt to approach, Toothless's mind settled somehow and awareness of its proven hunting prowess began to return.