The wild Night Fury thrashed against the thick ropes of the fisher’s net, his sleek black scales glinting faintly as he struggled. His wings were pinned awkwardly, and his yellow eyes blazed with fury and fear, darting around for an escape. A sharp, frustrated growl escaped his throat as he twisted his body, the net creaking but holding firm.

Realizing his efforts were futile, he stilled for a moment, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His gaze snapped toward the figure approaching, pupils narrowing into slits. A low snarl rumbled from deep within him, his teeth bared as his tail lashed against the ground. Yet beneath the defiance in his eyes, a flicker of vulnerability lingered, betraying his trapped state.