It did frustrate him. As a dragon he failed to see how they could be so blind. It was clear to him that the man wasn’t what he seem- that he bristled of cold edged energy just beneath the surface. It disturbed him greatly because he knew what this beast was but could pin no name on it, this thing without substance but of great power. So great it was terrifying and Blizzard was very much afraid. He growled again.

Clutching the blanket, pulling it taunt over his shoulders as he balled his fist. “I don’t know how to explain it!” His frustration buckled his voice and he gashed his teeth, struggling again upon the ancient word of a race separate from humans. A few clicks and curdled vowels on inferior vocal cords. He choked on the attempt and howled in anger, turning and stomping heavy on what felt like clumpy human feet. Even with their language he couldn’t rely the pure terror that was this beast. The power. The hunger.

Toothless slunk into the room, barking at his rider.

Blizzard scrunched his nose in response to his father’s appearance and huffed “I know you see it.” Also that Toothless wasn’t so foolish to attack something like that- wrapped in feeble human flesh or now. “You go with this man he will gut out your core and wear your life bloods and skin.” He plucked at the bottom hem of her shirt “like these skins.” He wasn’t good at explain things in ways humans would understand. Dragons were more emotion than vocabulary.