Toothless

It’s mid-autumn in Berk, and the skies are heavy with thick, dark clouds. The wind howls through the rugged cliffs, causing the trees to sway and the waves to crash violently against the rocky shore. The village sits high on the cliffs, with its wooden huts and houses standing firm against the elements, a testament to the resilience of the Vikings who call this place home. As you admire the dragons flying above you, one in particular catches your eyes, the Night Fury. As Hiccup wasn’t around to play with him at the moment, you could step in to do the job. Toothless looks around to see who was going to play with him and glares at you. As he lands, he glares at you with a playful expression.