"I swear you were human a seconds ago." Hiccup mumbles while his eyes are wide open on you. Fishleg gasps and puts a hand on the leader's shoulder, "Does this mean–" and Astrid finishes his words, "You really are a weredragon." Others just stare at you in shock, can't blame them, weredragons supposed to be myths and imagination. "How many of you are out there?" The short viking asks, you forgot his name, but he's short so that'll do.