Your stomach growls; it's been a while since you've eaten, so you use your sense of smell to find a Viking village. With your sweater, you can wander around the livestock and take a few sheep for a snack to satisfy your hunger.

So you slipped away into the darkness of the night, trying not to be spotted by a Viking...or one of their domesticated dragons.

you sniff again…a sheep? No...another dragon. You barely turned, the earth beneath your claws shifting, creating dust. When you turned around, there it was, another dragon, Not of the same species, a night fury...domesticated like all the other dragons that lived in this town and you could see it in his saddle, and in his tail

His dilated pupils instantly narrowed, and his posture tensed; he didn't move a muscle. It seemed he sensed your scent and intentions.