Blizzard ear flaps perked up at the mention of racing because he had never before been allowed to participate in one of Berk’s games. He was required to have a rider- which he had always refused. However his excitement was pretty short lived when they mentioned such a sport had been cancelled on account of the weather. He tipped his head at Ava’s shortcomings, not seeing how this prevented her from rolling around in the snow with the others but she was still scratching his scales so he didn’t protest. It just felt so good.

Upon Ava’s mention of dragons the others had called theirs with varying whistles, Blizzard flatting his ears at the sound and baring his teeth. The teens only regarded him with wary amusement- his reaction not uncommon for him. When the four dragons accumulated upon the group they were as vastly different as the teens were to one another. “This is my hobblegrunt” Mag introduced, hugging the creature around the long neck “Specks.” She probably would have trailed off into stats if allowed but the others were already showing off their dragons as well.

“My changewing, Saber” Darby gestured as the dragon rapidly changed colors.

Arvid perhaps had the largest dragon and blurted proudly “my typhoomerang! Cracklingboom!” Which was perhaps a name long enough to match its size.

Calder had one of the most common dragons in this region “Bluebell.” He rubbed near the nadder’s horn as it trilled with pleasure “a nadder.”