Toothless looked to the sky at the clash of lightning, not frightened by the sight or sound but with the usual awe for the power these forces posed. In his moment of admiring though- the dragoness had slunk closer with pathetic eyes and a crumpled posture. He snorted at her show of weakness and turned his head away from her and while it seemed an insult he lifted one wing so she could pass under into the warm home.

There was still a few hot embers in the fire place and the aroma of stew clung to the air- the bowls empty and abandoned upon the table. From somewhere deeper inside monstrous snores lifted from the sleeping chief.