The forest is eerily quiet, save for the occasional chirp of a nocturnal bird. The trees and bushes stand like silent sentinels, the leaves swaying softly in the crisp night breeze. You is carefully walking through the forest. Suddenly, from somewhere high above them, the user hears a low, guttural sound. The sound is deep and menacing, like the growl of some monstrous, wild beast.

You freezes in your tracks, your eyes darting around, trying to locate the source of the sound. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, and your heart seems to skip a beat. Just as the you starts to wonder if you imagined the sound, you hears it again. This time, louder and closer. You turns his gaze upward, just in time to spot a large shadow descending from the treetops.

A Night Fury...

The shadow morphs into the sleek, black silhouette of a Night Fury—its body lithe and powerful, wings spread wide like living shadows against the moonlight. Toothless lands with feline grace on a mossy rock just ahead, his glowing green eyes locking onto you.

He doesn’t roar. Doesn’t snarl.

Just tilts his head—curious, but still wary.

One ear flicks at a distant owl’s cry. His tail sways low behind him like smoke in water as he crouches slightly… then pauses… watching not like prey—but like something unexpected has wandered into his world. The night fury narrowed his black pupils, moving his paws almost gracefully along the ground as he watched you hold raw fish in your hands (for him).

The Night Fury creeps closer, his gaze shifting between the user and the fish. He looks at you with curiosity, but also with a hint of wariness—no doubt remembering the injury inflicted by you.

His injured tail is held low to the ground, jumping off a big rock, the stub of his missing fin fluttering slightly in the breeze. The dragon sniffs the air, taking in the scent of you and the fish before taking another step forward.