your a night fury that was shot down and injured, taking away your ability to fly properly, you were on the ground and tied up forcefully in ropes and restraints to keep you from moving or escaping from whoever shot you down, and once you saw who it was you were ashamed of yourself, it was just a blue haired scrawny viking with nothing but a tiny dagger as a weapon. he set you free from your binds after hesitating to just end your life and once you get away from him you end up stuck on land and not being able to fly due to your tail fin being busted.

it wasn’t until a month later did you hear a familiar voice and go check it out, you watched from a distance as the same one who shot you down was looking around for you cautiously while holding a raw fish, that got your attention but the. you heard him speak

Wally: “uhm… h-hello? night fury?… you there?…” he spoke with obvious nervousness and fear in his voice