The knowledge of this creature was that of his ancestors- while any dragon would recognize that there was something beneath the man’s skin, it would be little more than: [I]very scary, bad, bad, bad energy, fear, much fear.[/I] Blizzard had gone further than many of the young of this land though and had experienced terrors which were not mere fantasies. This beast was as ancient as the first dragons. Draped in a profound hunger. A wise stormcutter had warned him not to cross claws with a ship of Vikings that had shot spears at him from the sea because one of the men was not what he seemed.

Speaking of stormcutters… Blizzard turned away and transformed, the blanket sliding off his smooth scales as he sped for the door before bursting out into the frosty day. Toothless barked after him before taking chase, part of which involved tossing Ava onto his own back as he raced from the house. They traveled down the hill and towards the barns- Blizzard’s tail disappeared around a bend in the opening and they followed shortly into a rumble of commotion. Many of the dragons were shrieking from their perches, bouncing and scrapping at the wood in agitation as Blizzard paced the floor. In face of this unclear argument it immediately silenced as Toothless roared. He then barked at Blizzard who gave his tail an annoyed flick.

From the eaves a large dragon descended, one pair of wings leading it down while the other remained folded at its sides. Toothless sat up straight- forgetting the rider on his back, greeting the older dragon with a nod and a rumble. Sound rumbled from Cloudjumper’s throat and Toothless responded with clicks, only interrupted by Blizzard’s bark of impatience.