Chapter 9: Girl Trouble

There was definitely something wrong with Hookfang. Snotlout couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was but he could sense it all the same. Something had gotten to Hookfang during training today. If Hookfang hadn't been so distracted Snotlout was sure they would have beaten the dome this time around. They'd only missed it by a few seconds. Hookfang had just gone haywire mid-flight and tried to fly off in the wrong direction. Snotlout had pulled him back on course but by then he knew it was too late. Not only that, but seconds after the dome had shut in their face, Hookfang had dumped him on the ground and vanished back down the crack to parts unknown. It had taken Snotlout a few hours to find him halfway across the island in front of an empty cave. It had been a nightmare dragging him back.

But even now that they were back, Hookfang was still off. The gang and their dragons were all hanging around in the clubhouse at the moment, planning which direction to explode next. Having missed dinner himself, Snotlout had still gotten Hookfang some fish but for the first time in memory, Hookfang had no interest in food. Snotlout stood there, the slimy fish held out to Hookfang, but his dragon ignored him and continued to stare at the door in the direction of the cave.

"Hookfang? Here boy, dinner." Hookfang ignored him. Snotlout tossed the fish onto Hookfang's nose. Hookfang chuffed irritably and dumped the fish on Snotlout's head before turning his back, his tail whipping out and catching Snotlout in the gut and knocking him backward on his butt.

"Hey!" he protested. Hookfang barely spared him a glance. What was going on? He got to his feet, rubbing his bruised hip.

"Did you guys see that?" he asked, approaching the others at the table. No one seemed to react.

"See what?" asked Hiccup distractedly, tracing his finger over the map on the table.

"Something is wrong with Hookfang."

Hiccup looked up and glanced at Hookfang, frowning. "What makes you say that? He looks fine to me." The others looked up in mild interest.

"He's acting weird. Moody and irrational. Very distracted. He wouldn't listen to me during training and completely ditched me after. Just now, he wouldn't eat his favorite fish and he knocked me down. Hookfang is always hungry."

"It's something the two of you share," said Astrid, returning her attention to the map. "But so what?"

"I mean it, something's definitely wrong."

"Sounds like a typical Hookfang," she replied with a shrug. "You two are always fighting with each other and he knocks you about all the time. What's so special about today?"

"We are not always fighting," he shot back.

"Could have fooled me," she muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" No one seemed to want to answer.

"All she's saying is that you could train him better," said Fishlegs, at last breaking the awkward tension in the room.

"Oh, and the challenge is issued," said Tuffnut with a grin, smelling an oncoming fight.

"He is trained," snapped Snotlout.

"Clearly not very well," said Fishlegs with a sigh. "Just look at how you two interact with each other."

Now both twins were listening attentively, eyes flicking between him and Fishlegs. Anger and embarrassment bubbled up in his chest, forcing their way out of his mouth.

"You think you could do better than me, Fishface? You wouldn't last one day. All you know how to handle is your namby-pamby rock eater. You'd have no chance with a monstrous nightmare, especially not Hookfang."

"And the rejoinder is set," chimed in Ruffnut gleefully.

"Indeed," said Tuffnut, rubbing his chin. "I say the Snot wins."

"I know more about dragons than you ever could," argued Fishlegs, ignoring the twins.

"Knowing about a dragon and being able to handle one is not the same thing."

"Well at least I can do one of them," said Fishlegs pointedly. "Some of us can't even say that much."

How he wished he could ram his knuckles into Fishfaces teeth. It would be so satisfying. Just about the time he convinced himself it would be worth shutting Fishface up, Hookfang brought the conversation to a halt by banging his head against the door growling. Hiccup frowned and walked toward Hookfang watching him closely.

"I'm telling you. I know Hookfang and something is wrong?" insisted Snotlout.

"I think you're just making excuses," began Fishlegs.

Just one more word and…

"And I think this conversation is less than helpful," interjected Hiccup, hastily stepping between them.

"And Hiccup the fun killer steps in," moaned Tuffnut.

"I also think we don't need to give the twins anymore of a spectacle," said Hiccup, turning to face Snotlout. Ruffnut blew a raspberry as the others returned to the map but Hiccup ignored her. Hookfang began to flap his wings, knocking up dust and banging his head on the ceiling repeatedly. After a few moments, he settled on the ground and returned to staring off through the closed door.

"You really think something is wrong with him?" asked Hiccup, rubbing his chin.

"I know it. I just don't know what or why."

"You would be the first to notice something. Unfortunately, I have no idea either. You could keep him in the stable for tonight. See how he is in the morning. At the very least, it could keep him from hurting himself. He seems very… intent on something. See if he's still this determined tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, all right," said Snotlout uncertainly.

He didn't much like the idea of locking Hookfang away for the night, and he didn't like leaving him alone. Ever since they left Berk, Hookfang had slept with him in his hut. He'd built it big enough exactly for that reason. Even as Snotlout locked Hookfang in a stall a few minutes later, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of dread and unease that dogged him the rest of the night. Come morning he knew why.

Hookfangs stall was empty, the back wall blasted out. In five minutes Snotlout had woken Hiccup. Ten minutes later the other riders were reluctantly dragged from their beds to aid in the search.

"I suggest we begin in the direction that Hookfang was fixated on last night," said Hiccup climbing on Toothless. "Snotlout you're with me."

"There's no way of knowing how far Hookfang went," said Fishlegs. "Maybe we should just stay here and wait for him to come back."

"Agreed," said Ruffnut with a yawn. "It's too early."

"Double agree," said Tuffnut, drooping over Belch.

"And if he doesn't come back?" asked Astrid, mounting Stormfly and stowing her ax.

Snotlout's stomach dropped as the implications of her words hit him. Hookfang not come back?

"We can't wait," she continued. "We need to find him. It's dangerous to be down a rider. Who knows where Dagur is or when he will turn up next."

"We're all going," said Hiccup to the others as Snotlout climbed into the saddle behind him. Hiccup glanced back at him. "And we are going to find him." But Snotlout could see the uncertainty and worry on his face.

"Let's get going," said Astrid, urging Stormfly into the air. The others followed suit.

It always felt so foreign, so strange, to rideToothless. He'd ridden him before but it always felt off. Too smooth, like trying to fly on a bar of soap. Sitting in the back, the only option for a handhold was to grab onto his cousin in some way. It only made him miss his dragon more. Where in Valhalla had Hookfang gone and why?

They flew in relative silence, fanned out in the search pattern. About 15 minutes into the search a dragon roar sounded up through the trees.

"That was a monstrous nightmare call," said Fishlegs, drifting closer on Meatlug.

"But it wasn't Hookfang," said Hiccup frowning.

"Maybe not," said Snotlout, a bit surprised that Hiccup could recognize Hookfang's call. "But it came from the direction of the cave where I found him yesterday."

"Show us where you found him," urged Hiccup, before whistling for the others and motioning for them to follow.

"Over there," said Snotout, pointing to a tall craggy cliff. "There's a cave at the base of that cliff. That's where I found him."

"But why would he want to go there?" asked Astrid.

"Only one way to find out," called Hiccup urging Toothless into a dive, leaving Snotlout to scramble for an awkward hold on the back of his tunic.

They landed near the base of the cliff and everything became much clearer. Hookfang was indeed back at the cave but he was not alone. Relief washed over Snotlout, the heavy lump in his stomach dissipating.

"That's another monstrous nightmare," said Astrid, as Stormfly landed with a thump.

"That's not just another monstrous nightmare," said Hiccup, chagrined. "That's a female monstrous nightmare." Hookfang was bobbing up and down in front of a slightly smaller purple nightmare.

"Hookfang got a girlfriend," called Tuffnut in a sing-song voice.

"Of course, Hookfang's been picking up pointers from me," said Snotlout, sliding off Toothless.

"I doubt that," said Astrid. "She's not dry heaving."

"Just because you're the only girl for me doesn't mean you're the only girl in the village," he shot back. "I have a secret harem."

"A harem of zero," she said, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest.

"It's not zero," he grumbled.

"Name one girl other than me and Ruffnut who put up with your shenanigans," challenged Astrid.

Snotluot opened his mouth to reply, thinking of Sigyn but paused as he noticed the others watching him in disbelief. Hiccup was the only one who seemed to be genuinely curious, anticipating an answer. Well, he could name someone but he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. He didn't want to endure the relentless teasing he was sure to receive.

"Didn't think so," she said smugly.

"Shut up Astrid," he muttered, stomping towards Hookfang.

"Ah! Snotlout I wouldn't do that if I were you," warned Hiccup.

"Do what? I'm just getting Hookfang."

"Hookfang seems a bit…"

But Snotlout ignored him and reached for his dragon only to jump back as Hookfang turned on him with a snarl, his entire body bursting into flames.

"Territorial," finished Hiccup belatedly.

Surprise, hurt, embarrassment, and finally, anger washed over Snotlout as he stared in disbelief. What was that all about?

"Hookfang!" he demanded. But Hookfang just stood there growling. The purple dragon behind him growled and backed into the cave. What was with him? He had not been this belligerent since the beginning.

"It's time to go back," he said, edging closer. But Hookfang didn't relent.

"Snotlout…" said Hiccup, reaching for him.

"Shut it Hiccup. He's my dragon." He could feel the others' eyes on him, watching. His patience snapped. Fine, if Hookfang was going to be belligerent then he'd have to get tough.

"But…" said Hiccup.

"Hookfang! Knock it off. We are leaving now!" Hookfang growled louder, still aflame but Snotlout reached for his horns intent on pinning him if it came to it. It happened in an instant. His fingers were inches from Hookfang's horns and then he was knocked to the ground, hard. He winced as he sat up, a pain in his arm where Hookfang's flaming tail had hit him. Hookfang was advancing on him, his eyes glassed over, and a snarl in his throat. Hurt cut through Snotlout's chest like splintered ice.

"Hookfang?" It was all he could do to keep the quaver from his plea. Something eased in Hookfang's expression, his eyes brightening as his flames flickered and went out. "Hookfang?" But his dragon still made no move to come closer.

"Snotlout," said Hiccup, his thin hand wrapping around Snotlout's uninjured arm. "Snotlout, let's leave Hookfang here for today. I don't think he's going anywhere. He's working through some things."

"What's wrong with him?" whispered Snotlout.

"I'm… I'm not sure." Hiccup glanced at Fishlegs who wore a grim expression. "Let's… let's go back to the clubhouse and talk. All right?"

"Yeah… that…"

The stone was back in his stomach, heavier than before as he turned away from Hookfang and followed Hiccup back to Toothless. His arm stung, the burn red and angry but he hardly noticed as he climbed once again on an unfamiliar back. In several seconds they were in the air again and headed for base. His thoughts swam as he sat numbly behind Hiccup but he dared not examine any one of them too closely. He was so distracted he almost fell off when Toothless landed outside the clubhouse. He drifted listlessly inside the clubhouse and took his usual seat at the table, staring blankly at the swirling wood grain. Swirling like his stomach. It rolled involuntarily and he had to fight down a wave of nausea. He was overreacting. Hookfang was just in a bad mood. He'd come back. They would… would figure out what was wrong. It was only a matter of time.

"Snotlout?" asked Hiccup, sitting down behind him as the others gathered around. He couldn't explain why but suddenly a dread settled over him and he wished it was just him and Hiccup in the room.

"What's wrong with him?" he choked out, his voice hoarse. "What's wrong with Hookfang?"

Hiccup shared another long look with Fishlegs. All the others remained quiet.

"We…we think he's gone feral."

"Feral?" repeated Snotlout.

"Meaning he's reverted to his wild instincts," clarified Fishlegs delicately.

"The mating instant is very strong in monstrous nightmares," continued Hiccup. "He probably heard or smelled the female and his instincts took over."

"But isn't that what the whole breeding season around SnoggleTog is for?" asked Ruffnut. "So why now?"

"Well for most dragons that's true," said Fishlegs. "But not all. The instinct to fly to the nesting grounds hits almost all dragons that time of year but monstrous nightmare females can clearly be in season other times throughout the year. The pheromones that female is putting off must be potent and Hookfang is certainly receptive."

"So Hookfang got a girlfriend," said Tuffnut. "So what's the big deal?"

"It may be a big deal," said Fishlegs. "I don't know when Hookfang will come back. He… he may not come back. As I said, the mating instinct is the strongest natural urge. It's impossible to fight it and it can drive out everything else."

"You're wrong," breathed Snotlout, not looking up. "I know my dragon, he'll come back."

Fishlegs shook his head. "Judging by what we just saw I'm not so sure."

"We'll just have to wait," said Hiccup, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"He will come back," said Snotlout, shaking off the hand and standing.

"You have to be prepared…" began Fishlegs.

"He will come back, even if I have to drag him back," said Snotlout, shoving past him and heading for the door.

"Snotlout where are you going?" called Hiccup following him and catching his elbow as he turned outside. Snotlout shook him off.

"I don't care what you say. I'm going to get my dragon back."

"But it could be very dangerous to get between Hookfang and the female right now. Hookfang may not even realize it's you. His territorial instincts will be particularly strong. You were already hurt trying to drag Hookfang away."

"If I can't drag him away then I'll get rid of her," growled Snotlout, storming away from his cousin and toward his hut.

The adrenaline pulsed through him like hot venom as he shoved things into his sack. He wasn't even sure what he was grabbing. His head was buzzing. What if… what if Hookfang didn't come back? He had to get rid of that purple female dragon. But how? He shook his head. It didn't matter how, but he'd do it. But first, he would need Hookfang's saddle from the stable. A few minutes later he had the saddle draped over his shoulder and was almost out the back door of the stable when he heard Hiccup and Astrid come in with their dragons through the front. He slipped out the back door intent on reaching Hookfang but paused when he heard his name.

"You're still worried about Snotlout?" asked Astrid.

"I am. But it's not just that," said Hiccup.

"Then what is it?"

"It's…it's just a scary thought that our dragons could go feral like Hookfang."

"Oh come on," said Astrid, sounding impatient. "They have always had a rocky bond. If it was going to happen to anyone it was going to happen to Snotlout."

A metal fist clamped around Snotlot's guts and twisted as he leaned against the wall, listening through the open door. Is that really what everyone thought? Maybe…

"None of the rest of us have to worry. We have strong bonds with our dragons," continued Astrid.

"I'm not so sure," said Hiccup. "I… I have always had a nagging fear that… I mean." Hiccup fell silent.

"Come on Toothless loves you!" insisted Astrid. "Besides," she continued in a whisper. "There aren't any night furys left."

"But still…"

"Look, you don't have anything to worry about. Snotlout will be fine. He'll either get Hookfang back or he'll get a new dragon. It's not like there's a short supply. Stop worrying."

Snotlout had heard his fill. More than his fill. He snuck away and down the stairs toward the forest and the cave. Toward Hookfang. He would show them, he would show them all, especially Astrid. He would get Hookfang back no matter the cost. He had to because no matter what Astrid said, he didn't want another dragon. He wanted his dragon. He wanted Hookfang.

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The sun was beginning to set when Snotlout climbed the last step back to the stable. His feet were leaden and his body moved with a lethargy that matched the stupor in his brain. He almost didn't have the strength to hang Hookfang's empty saddle back onto its peg in the stall. It was a huge effort just to walk at this point. He was only vaguely aware of a set of uneven footsteps behind him.

"What do you want Hiccup?" he asked, not bothering to face his cousin. He was too tired to care, too numb to make the usual effort.

"How… how did it go with Hookfang?" asked Hiccup, rubbing an anxious hand over the back of his neck.

"It didn't."

"What happened?"

"I told him he had to choose… and he did."

"Just like that," asked Hiccup in surprise. Snotlout shrugged numbly.

"I've been with him for almost five years. He's been with her for less than two days. He chose her."

"Are you hurt?"

Snotlout shrugged again, trying to ignore the pain in his arm. It wasn't hard. It was easier to feel nothing… just empty.

"I'll bring some supplies to fix up your arm," said Hiccup, turning.

"Don't bother. I already have some," said Snotlout, turning to go to his hut, unsure what else to do. Hiccup followed him in silence.

"Are you just going to let him go?" asked Hiccup when they arrived. Snotlout reached for the door and paused.

"I don't have a choice. I can't force Hookfang, even if I wanted to… I don't want to. He chose." He stepped inside and was about to close the door when Hiccup spoke again.

"But what will you do now?"

Snotlout paused, the question piercing the fog in his brain. He was silent for a long moment before he closed the door wordlessly in Hiccup's face.

"I don't know," he whispered to himself.

The night crept on but Snotlout didn't notice, simply lay on his bed, his burned arm draped over his eyes as his mind altered between a crazed frenzy and dead silence. Hiccup's final question kept echoing in his mind but no answer came. All Snotlout could see was the hesitation, the reluctant but stubborn resignation as Hookfang had backed away from his imploring hand and turned toward the she-dragon. Hookfang had left. He was used to other people not wanting him around at times… but Hookfang? He'd never dreamed that his own dragon would turn on him. All for a girl.

He'd tried to scare the female away, even resorted to bringing an eel, but Hookfang had interfered, growing more possessive and protective. It hadn't been quite the same this time. Hookfang never seemed to lose himself the way he had earlier in the day but neither did he show any intention of leaving the female's side. Finally, enraged by successive failed attempts, Snotlout had issued the ultimatum. It had been meant more as a way to shock Hookfang into returning with him but in return, he had been the one to be shocked. Hookfang chose the female. As apologetic and regretful as he'd seemed, he'd turned toward the female.

Snotlout rolled onto his side, not bothering to wipe the moisture from his cheeks. What was the point? Hookfang was gone. Stupid female dragon. He could hear Astrid's voice in his head and it felt like acid clawing up his throat. Stupid girls, all of them. Always talking about him, taking things from him. But then he paused as another face rose in his memory. Soft brown eyes, long blond hair, and a ready smile to greet him every time he showed up. Kind words filled with interest and enthusiasm rather than annoyance and dismissal. He sucked in a ragged breath, wishing he was back on Berk. She'd know what to say, or maybe she would just sit quietly with him. He wasn't even sure what he wanted. He wanted to be near her, and away from here. Here, where Hookfang wasn't.

Perhaps he would go back. Why shouldn't he? He no longer had Hookfang… could no longer ride… was no longer a dragon rider. The thought struck him like a blow to the gut. He wasn't a rider anymore. What would his father say? No doubt he'd let the Jorgenson name down again. Maybe he could just live with the Helvigs. If he never went home he wouldn't have to face his father's disappointment. Sigyn would let him sleep in the barn and there would be plenty of room for Hook…

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

He sighed and pushed that thought away. He'd have to go back if he wanted to see his Mother again. And Geoffry and Adele would miss him, he guessed. He'd have to go home eventually, but maybe not right away. His mind drifted back over all the times he'd been to visit Sigyn since he'd met her. Just him, Sigyn, and Hookfang. Would Sigyn be upset he would not be able to take her flying anymore? Would she miss Hookfang as much as he did? Now that he thought of it, he never would have gotten to know Sigyn if it weren't for Hookfang's pushing and insisting. He supposed he owed Hookfang that much.

Hopefully, that she-dragon would make Hookfang as happy as Sigyn's friendship made him. Maybe he really could be happy for Hookfang. Or at least fake it for Hookfang's sake. It was all fake. The only thing that didn't make him ache with hollowness was the thought of seeing Sigyn again. He'd go home tomorrow but not without seeing Hookfang one last time. He didn't want to part with him on bad terms. He'd go say his last goodbye and good luck before setting sail for Berk.

But the morning was so far away. He ground his teeth in frustration before forcing himself to sit up. He had to stop thinking. He glanced around the room and found relief in simple distraction. He would keep himself busy by preparing everything to return to Berk. With a mixture of resignation and determination, he set about the task. By the time morning had come Snotlout had packed and repacked his belongings several times, dusted and cleaned every surface in his room, and swept the floor for the fifth time. He jumped when someone knocked on his door. When he didn't readily answer the door Hiccup's voice called to him.

"Snotlout?"

Snotlout didn't make a sound. Maybe Hiccup would go away. Hiccup sighed.

"I know you're in there, Snotlout. Can I come in?" Snotlout let the silence drag on. "Well, will you at least come out? We have something we want to show you."

Sighing, Snotlout snatched one of his bags from the bed, along with his sword. If he was leaving his room he might as well take some things down to the beach. Carefully he opened the door and peeked out.

"What do you want?" he asked through the slit.

"There's something we want to show you in the arena." Snotlout hesitated. What could they possibly want to show him? "I'm not going to leave until you come see."

"Fine," said Snotlout, slipping out the door, being sure not to let Hiccup see that he'd packed everything. "Show me whatever dumb thing you want to show me. But then leave me alone."

Hiccup nodded and Snotlout followed him. Unless it was Hookfang he wasn't interested. It wasn't Hookfang, it was three. Or more precisely three monstrous nightmares of various colors. Tuffnut held the ropes that were tied around each of their necks and the other riders waited beside him.

"What is this?" asked Snotlout suspiciously.

"We thought you might like a new dragon since Hookfang… you know," said Hiccup, sounding worried.

"We spent all night catching some monstrous nightmares for you to choose from," said Fishlegs. "Two males and one female in case you wanted to try something new."

"The female was the hardest to catch," grumbled Ruffnut.

"But at last we hath succeeded," announced Tuffnut dramatically. Snotlout just stood there, the emotions churning and welling up.

"Well?" asked Astrid, hand on hip. "What do you think? Want to try one?"

"I don't know what to… why would you… you can't just… No!" he said at last. "No!"

"What do you mean no?" asked Astrad. "We spent all that time and effort to catch these dragons for you to choose from."

"Then you wasted your time," he said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't want another dragon."

"But you have to have a dragon," she said exasperated. "You're a dragon rider."

"Then I guess I'm not," he said stubbornly.

"Wait, what do you mean you're not?" asked Hiccup, a note of panic in his voice.

"I'm not a dragon rider anymore," said Snotlout, stressing each word.

"But you can't just quit," said Tuffnut, dropping the leads to the three dragons who instantly took to the sky.

"Watch me. No dragon. Not a rider."

"But we need you out there," insisted Astrid. "We still have to find Dagur."

"You'll be fine," he said. Probalby be happier without him there. "I made up my mind last night. I'm saying goodbye to Hookfang and then I'm going back to Berk."

"But you can't," said Hiccup, his voice cracking. "Come on, Snotlout. You're… you're just hurting right now. Give it some time, you'll be okay."

Snotlout snapped from apathy to anger and spinning he shoved Hiccup in the chest.

"Fine! Fine? Would you be fine if it was Toothless who had dumped you and gone feral for another dragon?" He spun on the rest of them. "Would any of you be fine? Would time heal that? Would you want a new dragon the next morning if it happened to you? I've seen the way you all tip-toe around your dragons since yesterday. You're all scared you're next."

"But it didn't happen to us," said Astrid. "It happened to you."

"No, of course not," he said, vindictively adopting a facsimile of her voice. "If it was going to happen to anyone it was going to happen to Snotlout."

"That… that was a private conversation," she said, flushing with anger and embarrassment.

"Well, maybe you should check to see the rooms empty next time you have a private conversation," he spat.

"No one made you listen," she said, folding her arms.

"Maybe not, but you were talking about me. I may not know what goes on inside Hookfang's mind all the time but he's still the best friend I've ever had. And don't kid yourselves and think you could have done better with him because you couldn't."

"But you can't just give up," insisted Hiccup, sounding desperate. "At least try another dragon. Maybe a different kind if these remind you of Hookfang."

"Didn't you hear me," shouted Snotlout. "I don't want another dragon. If I can't have Hookfang I don't want any. You expect me to just replace my dragon like a worn-out sword? Norns! You sound just like my father. If you think it's so easy then just replace Toothless, why don't you?"

Hiccup just stood there in stunned silence. No one moved or spoke.

"I didn't think so," growled Snotlout, turning his back on them all. "Just leave me alone."

Leaving them all behind he stomped off into the forest. Did they really think he would or even could replace Hookfang? They had been together for five years and saved each other's lives countless times. Sure they might have fought like cats and dogs at times but there was always an undertone of camaraderie and teasing. Even if Hookfang had meant nothing more to him than simply a dragon to ride there were still the countless hours he had spent training with him. They had accomplished so much together. They had improved Hookfang's speed and agility far beyond what any wild monstrous nightmare could ever achieve. How many memories had they shared, and the others just expected him to get over it? He growled and swiped his wet cheeks. Stupid to get so upset. He just needed to say goodbye and get away. Distance and time might not fill the hollow cavern inside him, but it was a start.

Snotlout pushed through the last bramble into the clearing and came to a halt. His fingers closed around the hilt of the sword at his hip. It was too quiet for two dragons to be around. Something was wrong. Had he missed them? Had Hookfang already moved on? Without so much as a glance backward?

He heard her before he saw her. An angry purple mass of wings and teeth dropped from the sky above making him stumble back and draw his sword. The female roared, her entire body aflame, teeth bared, one big signal to back off.

"Where's Hookfang?" he growled, brandishing his weapon to keep her at bay. "Where is he? What did you do with him?"

A weak roar came from a shady patch of ground under a tree. A familiar mound of orange and red. Hookfang raised his head weekly from the ground, rumbling lowly but not aggressively.

"Hookfang!" shouted Snotlout, moving to go to him but having to dodge as the female lunged at him. Hookfang gave a deep snarl and she backed off. Seeing she was out of the way, Snotlout ran to Hookfang's side and dropped the sword to examine him.

There were no visible signs of an injury but Hookfang's breathing was heavier than normal and there were several large dry patches on his sides where it looked like he'd been torched by another dragon. He was more exhausted than he was injured. But why? Could his new girlfriend be keeping him that busy? No, that was absurd. Hookfang had plenty of energy for that. This must be something else. Besides, the female was not exhausted. He moved to Hookfangs side to stroke between his horns.

"What is it Hookfang? What's wrong?"

Hookfang's tail snaked between them and nudged him back toward the cave. Uncertainly, Snotlout got to his feet and made his way toward the cave. He was within a few paces of the cave entrance when the she-dragon reappeared, snarling and pawing the ground ready to charge. But just as it seemed certain he would have to fight, Hookfang gave another roar bringing her to a halt. They snarled back and forth for a moment before she finally backed away still baring her teeth, watching him warily. Cautiously and with one eye on the female, Snotlout advanced into the cave.

He blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. The floor was littered with stones but there was a small mound in the back corner. Picking his way carefully toward it he crouched. There were three pale ovoid… not stones, but eggs. Dragon eggs. Monstrous nightmare eggs. If chicken and dragon eggs were anywhere near similar the faint squeaks and scratches coming from inside them meant they were not far from hatching. But that was impossible. Hookfang had only gone feral two days ago. He might not know everything about dragons but two days was certainly not enough time to produce eggs about to hatch. There was no way these belonged to Hookfang. But then why was he here? If this was not his brood why was Hookfang so intent on staying here? And why was he so tired?

One of the eggs rocked back and forth squeaking. There was a soft rumble behind him and Snotlout froze. The female's head appeared at his elbow and she nuzzled the three small eggs before turning to look at him, her big eyes golden watching him. The aggression was gone but the wariness was still present. Cautiously, he reached a hand toward her the way Hiccup had taught him to reach for Hookfang all those years ago. She stared at him unmoving, but just as he was about to pull back she pushed her nose into his palm. The tension melted like yak butter.

"Allis?" he asked tentatively. She rumbled, allowing him to rub her head. "But I still don't understand why…" He was interrupted by a deafening roar that did not belong to either Hookfang or the female. A third dragon?

Snotlout pushed past the female and stumbled to the entrance to peer out. An enormous red and black monstrous nightmare hovered in the air above the cave entrance. It was at least one-half larger than Hookfang, and Hookfang was large for the species. What had Fishface called them? Titan wings? A titan wing monstrous nightmare. Beside him, the female was shrieking and spitting, filling the entrance of the cave with her body. She looked like a fluffed-out hen sitting on a brood.

And then it hit him. She was afraid of this new dragon. Hookfang staggered to stand beside her, growling up at the newcomer. Hookfang hadn't fallen in love, he was helping her protect her new brood. Of course, Hookfang had chosen her over him. If it was the safety of three eggs versus Snotlout's feelings, of course, Hookfang had chosen to stay. The female desperately needed Hookfang at the moment. Snotlout had only wanted him.

The presence of the titan wing explained why Hookfang was so exhausted. He'd been helping to protect the eggs and considering the red dragon's size, Hookfang had done well to have sustained no serious injuries so far. But Hookfang was in no condition to continue, at least not until he'd rested a while. If his dragon had started something, he would finish it. He would defend these eggs in Hookfang's place.

He drew his sword and trained his attention on the titan wing, shifting his weight to his toes, ready to dodge. The monster above gave a roar and made to dive down, but moments before it made contact a blinding plasma blast hit it from the side and knocked it to the ground. The titan wing recovered, got to its feet, and roared at Toothless as he and Hiccup dropped into the clearing followed by the others. Each rider's dragon took a turn bombarding the intruder. Overwhelmed for the moment, the titan wing retreated into the sky and out of sight.

"Are you all right?" asked Hiccup, sliding off Toothless with a thump and closing the distance between them. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," said Snotlout, shaking him off. "But Hookfang is all worn out." The others landed, slid off their dragons, and approached.

"What's going on?" asked Hiccup.

"It's Hookfang," said Snotlout, sheathing his sword. "He didn't go feral. He's been helping this female protect her eggs from giant jerk dragon. Her eggs are close to hatching. I told you he didn't go feral," he added, shooting a glare at Fishlegs and then the others.

"The eggs must be from a rival of the titan wing," said Fishlegs.

"Well that's the last we'll see of him," said Astrid, stashing her ax on Sotmfly's saddle.

"I wouldn't count on it," said Fishlegs, apologetically. "That titan wing will likely return and try again. He's clearly been here a few times given Hookfang's state."

"Is there anything we can do?" asked Hiccup, watching the female who was still filling the entrance of the cave with her body, protecting it from the new intruders.

"Unfortunately the only thing that might deter the titan wing is for Hookfang or another male monstrous nightmare to dominate it. Beat it in battle."

They all looked to Hookfang who staggered to his feet and gave a roar. But even still, his body quivered with fatigue.

"I'm going with Hookfang," said Snotlout, going to stand beside his dragon.

"That's too dangerous," said Hiccup. Snotlout crossed his arms and surveyed Hiccup dubiously.

"You're going to lecture me on safety around dragons Hiccup? It wasn't me that flew us into a ship graveyard full of giant eels, which our dragons hate by the way."

"That's where Johan said Dagur would be," defended Hiccup.

"Then who was it that flew us and an old lady into a blizzard to get a dragon tooth?"

"I know this one," said Tuffnutt sarcastically. "Hiccup."

"Yeah, I'm still cold," complained Ruffnut.

"And I'm not the dragon-napper who brought a speed stinger back to the edge and drew its whole pack down on us," finished Snotlout.

"He does have a point, Hiccup," said Astrid. "Besides this is Snotlout. He's always flying off half-cocked. You're not going to talk him out of it."

"All right, all right, point taken," said Hiccup raising his hands in surrender. "But you better have a plan to beat it."

Snotlout bit his lip thinking. For once Hiccup was talking sense.

"Fight dirty?" suggested Fishlegs. Everyone looked at him in surprise. "What? They are protecting three eggs."

"Glad some of what I said penetrated," grumbled Snotlout. But Fishface was right. To beat a bigger opponent on a tired dragon they would need to be smart. Then it came to him. "We'll play beat the dome."

"Okay now you are the one taking nonsense," said Tuffnut. "You're supposed to be beating a dragon, not a record."

Snotlout opened his mouth to explain but was interrupted by the roar of the returning titan wing. Hookfang roared at his rival, spewing fire into the air. "No time to explain," he said. Hookfang lowered his head and Snotlout climbed on and took hold of his horns. "Are you up for one more round of beat the dome?" he asked, bending to look Hookfang in the eyes. Hookfang thrummed tiredly beneath him. "Then let's send this jerk packing!"

It had been a long time since he'd flown without a saddle but it was better than flying on Toothless behind Hiccup. So much better. He still had Hookfang. And they had a job to do. The red monster appeared over the clearing, roaring and waiting for them to rise to challenge him.

"Snotlout," called Hiccup, but at that moment Hookfang gathered his strength and leapt into the air. Gripping with his legs Snotlout clung to Hookfang as they drew level with the titan wing. Hookfang roared and lurched forward to fight but at the last moment, Snotlout drew him to the side, narrowly avoiding the titan wing's claws which had been poised to shred Hookfang's left wing.

"Patience," muttered Snotlout, leaning forward. "Don't take him head-on. Let him come to you."

Reluctantly, Hookfang drew back. In turn, the titan wing lunged forward. Snotlut pulled Hookfang back. "Now," he yelled. Reacting almost instantly Hookfangs spewed flame at the titan wing, catching it on the rump. Infuriated, the titan wing turned and lunged again. Again a miss. Again Hookfang spat flame.

"Let's get him nice and riled up," said Snotlout, watching for the next opening. Lunge, dodge, roast, repeat. Again and again. In a matter of minutes, the titan wing's movements were becoming more erratic and sloppy. But Hookfang was also showing signs of slowing.

"Just a little longer," promised Snotlout. "Let's put jerkzilla through his paces." They swooped close to the ground and Snotlout shouted at the others. "Get to the dome!"

Turning and shooting a parting blast at his opponent Hookfang pulled away racing over the treetops towards the arena and the dome. In moments the red monster was tailing them and catching up at an alarming rate. All right so he could fly fast. It's not as though Hookfang was at his best. But what they lacked in speed Hookfang could make up for in agility. Time to play dodge and evade.

"Down Fangster," called Snotlout with a quick tap on Hookfang's neck. Hookfang found a narrow break in the canopy and dove. Snotlout ducked below Hookfang's horns using them to block any stray branches as they weaved between, under, and around trees. Above them, the titan wing roared in frustration. Moments later there was a splintering crash and a blast of fire seared past Snotlout's right cheek. The familiar smell of burnt hair filled his nose. Perhaps they had goaded the titan wing a bit too much.

"Faster," he urged, pulling Hookfang to the side to dodge yet another fiery barrage. The tree line was coming to an end and in moments their cover will be gone. They blew through the last of the foliage and out into the open, the titan wing quite literally hot on their heels. Snotlout risked a glance at the dome of the arena and was pleased to see it beginning to close. Thank Thor the others had caught on. They had maybe 20 seconds till the heavy metal dome snapped shut. 20 seconds. They could make that, they had to. Something was different this time.

He grinned. He didn't know where it came from. Maybe it was the relief of knowing Hookfang had not abandoned him. Perhaps it was the imminent threat of a fiery grave behind them. Perhaps the sheer lunacy of this stunt or the other utter joy of twisting and dodging through the air on a dragon's back. Wherever it stemmed from, laughter bubbled up out of him and he let out a shriek of sheer pleasure. Beneath him, Hookfang rumbled his own pleasure.

They were approaching the end. 15 seconds. They blew past the waterfall, Hookfang's wings skimming the water and splashing Snotlout. 11 seconds. They dove through the narrow cave entrance, the titan wing scrambling to follow. Dodge the rock pillar, duck under the ceiling, and dodge left. Behind them the crash, thud, and scraping of their pursuer. Eight seconds. Dash forward, sudden halt, and a rapid ascent. Five seconds. Light ahead, growing closer but dimmer. One last pull and they were through the narrow crack and in the dome. He drew Hookfang to the arched ceiling, hiding in the shadows. Three… two… one. The metallic clank of the doors sliding shut. Silence, then a bone-rattling roar as the titan wing emerged from the floor.

"Now Hookfang," urged Snotlout, turning his dragon loose.

Shot, after shot, after shot. Scramble, dodge, fire again, gather, pounce, and snap. In a matter of moments, the chaos came to an abrupt halt. Hookfang stood victorious atop the titan wing, its neck held under a front paw and Hookfang's jaws gaping open, ready to snap closed. Snotlout breathed a sigh of relief and slumped over Hookfang's horns.

"Open the doors," he called, as the adrenaline seeped from his muscles leaving him limp. The doors clicked open, the sliver of sunlight growing with each second.

"They actually did it," said Astrid, her voice charged with disbelief. The twins whooped and cheered in nearly identical enthusiasm.

"Now that's what I called domination," called Snotlout, grinning with sheepish pride as Hookfang released the defeated rival.

"And don't come back," shouted Ruffnut as Hookfang fired a parting shot at its retreating form. Snotlout sank to the ground, tipping his face to the sky. They had done it. They had beaten the titan wing. The eggs would be safe now and Hookfang had not left him. He still had his dragon, his friend.

"Well done," called Hiccup as Toothless dropped onto the platform outside. But he didn't dismount. "Hurry, Fishlegs says the eggs are hatching. Let's go."

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Snotlout sunk to the ground with a groan. His legs ached from the extra effort of riding bareback and the lack of sleep the night before hadn't done him any favors either. The other riders were all excitedly gathered around the entrance of the cave exclaiming over the baby monstrous nightmares as they emerged from the wobbling eggs. The mother watched them all with trepidation, growling if anyone got too close. Hookfang stood beside her but noticing Snotlout slumped on the ground made his way toward him. Hookfang paused a few feet from him, rumbling.

"Hey Hookfang," he said with a sigh. Hookfang pushed closer, snuffling at his chest with a soft assuring rumble. A lump formed in his throat and Snotlout reached gratefully for his dragon. He'd been so stupid. Not for the first time he wished he could speak dragon. This whole stupid thing could have been avoided. He would have understood and been able to help Hookfang sooner. Hookfang always seemed able to understand his wants and desires, even if he never spoke them outloud.

"I'm sorry," he said in a shaky voice. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you. I should have known you had your reasons." They stayed in the embrace for a long moment before Hookfang pulled back, his tongue reaching out to brush over the burn on Snotlout's arm.

"I'll be okay," he said, scratching Hookfangs chin. "Sigyn sent plenty of burn cream in her box. I know you didn't mean to. I should have known better." Hookfang nuzzled him again and Snotlout had to fight back the stinging in his eyes. "Just… just dont ever leave me," he whispered.

Hookfang rumbled softly befor curling his great warm body around him. He wasn't the only one who was exhausted. They relaxed into each other, falling into a limp and contented silence. He was on the brink of sleep when Hiccup and Toothless landed in the clearing, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ah… gang. We need to get back out there. That titan wing started a few forest fires," said Hiccup.

"But this is the perfect opportunity to document the hatching of monstrous nightmare eggs," said Fishlegs.

"I know, but those forest fires won't wait."

"Neither will the eggs," said Ruffnut, pointing to the newly hatched baby dragon. "Besides, look at how cute the first one is."

"One of the fires is headed in this direction," urged Hiccup. "And another toward the edge."

"Make Snotlout put them out," said Tuffnut, reaching for a baby and pausing when the mother growled. "He started them."

Snotlout let his head fall back with a sigh, predicting what would come next. But Hiccup surprised him.

"And if anyone has earned the right to observe them hatch it's Snotlout and Hookfang. Besides if you hadn't noticed the rest of us clean up after your shenanigans all the time. It's your turn."

"Come on you three," called Astrid, turning towards Stormfly. "Hiccup's right. The faster we put the fires out the better. If we're quick we might not miss the last hatch."

After a few quick words were exchanged, Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruff, and Tuff all flew off on their dragons leaving Snotlout and Hiccup alone with the dragons. Carefully Hiccup approached the cave entrance, pausing to watch for a while. With Hookfang's warmth surrounding him on all sides, Snotlout's eyes began to drift closed.

Sometime later he awoke to find Hiccup standing beside him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," said Hiccup, rubbing nightmare gel on Hookfang. "He looked kinda dry. I was just about done." Hookfang rumbled appreciatively as Hiccup finished. Wiping the remainder on his trousers, Hiccup stood awkwardly for a moment.

"Can… can I sit down?" Snotlout watched his cousin, a sarcastic comment about Hiccup's ability on the tip of his tongue when Hookfang's tail curled behind Hiccup drawing him closer. "I'll take that as a yes," said Hiccup, sitting beside him. Hiccup grimaced as he rubbed at his leg, adjusting the hardware.

"What's wrong?" asked Snotlout. Hiccup glanced at him in surprise.

"It's just my leg, or rather my lack of leg. No matter how many changes I make to this, it's never really comfortable. I suppose I shouldn't expect it to be."

They sat in awkward silence for several minutes before Hiccup broke the tension.

"So someone needs to make a supply run back to Berk in the next few days." Snotlout nodded. They were getting low. "Did you still want to make that run yourself or should I send someone else? Astrid maybe?"

"No," he said more forcefully than he intended. "No. Me and Hookfang will do it."

"Good. Then that's… that's settled. But don't feel like you need to leave right away. Recover first."

"Okay," said Snotlout suspiciously. What was up? Why was Hiccup hesitating more than usual? Normally it was simply "Do this Snotlout," or "It's your turn Snotlout."

"And Snotlout."

"Yeah?"

"There's no need to hurry back."

"Are… are you trying to get rid of me?" Of course they wanted him gone after all the trouble in the past few days. After all the things he'd shouted at them this morning.

"No, no, no. No," said Hiccup, raising his hands. "I just figured you and Hookfang might enjoy a bit of a break. A little extra time to just take it a bit slower is all. Find a nice place to stop or spend a day or two extra at home. I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to but…" Hiccup petered out lamely.

"That would be nice," said Snotlout, his thoughts flicking to Sigyn. He'd have time to really visit her. He could see why she wasn't responding to his letters.

"And Snotlout," said Hiccup.

"Hmm?" he replied, his thought snapping back to his cousin.

"I'm sorry about what I said this morning. You were right. I couldn't just replace Toothless. I wouldn't want to and it was stupid of us to assume you would either."

"Was it Astrid's idea to try the new dragons?"

"It was," admitted Hiccup. "But I should have realized it would do more harm than good. I'm sorry. I guess I didn't understand how strong of a bond you have with Hookfang. It's just a different kind of bond."

As if to illustrate this, Hookfang gnawed gently on Snotlout's knee, thumbing. His pants were going to be wet. Snotlout sat in silence unsure what to say. The tension stretched for several moments before he asked, "Are all the eggs hatched?"

Hiccup gladly seized the olive branch. "The smallest one hasn't yet. Want to go watch?"

Grateful for the distraction the two of them rose and made their way towards the cave Hookfang behind them. The two hatchlings, one blue and one orange, gambled about their mother, dashing over her feet as they chased each other hissing.

"So lively for being only a few minutes old," said Hiccup. Glancing at the mother, Snotlout slowly edged into the cage to examine the last egg. The stone nest was littered with the scraps of the discarded shells and there amongst the debris sat the last egg. He crouched watching it but as his legs grew tired he frowned. The egg had not moved. Hiccup appeared at his side and Snotlout glanced back to see the mother's attention was trained on them.

"It hasn't moved," he said. "I don't hear anything either."

"Perhaps it perished. It could explain why she doesn't seem as protective of this one," said Hiccup, bending closer.

"But I could have sworn this egg was the same one I saw shaking earlier. It was squeaking and moving then."

"It might have exhausted itself," suggested Hiccup, turning to leave. "Let's get out of here before mama decides we are a threat."

But Snotlout didn't move as Hiccup retreated back outside. He sat there watching the egg intently. Nothing. At last, he could no longer resist and he reached out to touch it.

"Ah, Snotlout," came Hiccup's worried voice.

Snotlout turned to his cousin only to find he was looking into the face of the female dragon instead. His fingers were a mere inch from the egg and he froze. She moved slowly around him and lowered her face to the nest, her jaws almost brushing his fingers. Her long tongue flicked out. Just as he had determined to slowly pull his hand back she nudged the egg gently, rolling it into his outstretched hand.

The surface was grainy but warm to the touch and it filled his hands. Watching the mother, he gingerly lifted the egg and held it to his ear, listening. Seconds passed as he held his breath in an attempt to listen more intently, but there was nothing… Wait… A faint squeak and then the soft scrape of a claw. He let out the breath and grinned before listening once again. There it was again, the faint scratching, and inside the egg, he felt a slight rock of movement. It was still alive.

He held the egg toward the mother, not sure what to do with it. Gently she laid her head atop the egg in his hand so her throat was pressed to the struggling life. Heat began to radiate from her scales. He worried for a moment that she would burn his hand but not wanting to drop the egg he waited. There! There was movement in the egg. Just before he felt he could stand the heat no longer it subsided. But the mother did not move. Instead, she began to thrum, the sound vibrating up her throat in waves. His fingers grew numb with the vibration and she stopped. She pulled away and together they watched the egg in his hands.

The life inside sqeaked louder and louder and a crack appeared. He braced, remembering how Meatlug's eggs had exploded, but to his surprise, the egg simply split in two and then crumbled. Warmth oozed over his hands as the little dragon wriggled, wrapping its tail around his wrist, it's little claws gripping his fingers for support. It mewed softly and in a moment it's mothers tongue was gently cleaning away the slime. The little dragon returned her attention, its little tongue flicking out to brush her scales. She pulled away and the little creature turned its head to see him.

Its scales were purple like its mother, its eyes a bright orange. He winced as its sharp claws scraped his skin as it ascended up his arm towards his face sniffing curiously. It's tongue flicked out tentatively then tiny teeth nibbled the tip of his nose bringing tears to the edge of his eyes. Without warning the little dragon scrambled to his shoulders and circled the back of his neck burying itself in his hair and raising goosebumps on his skin. It settled contentedly and tucked its head under his chin, its blunted horns digging into his throat. With a soft growl the mother turned and left the cave moving toward where the other two hatchlings were clambering over a watchful Hookfang.

Being careful not to jostle the hatchling wrapped around the back of his neck he turned to leave but froze when he saw a Hiccup watching him with a weird expression.

"What?" he asked defensively.

Hiccup tilted his head to the side watching him. "Nothing," he said at last, shaking his head. Uncertain Snotlout made his way to the cave entrance. Hiccup was still watching him, biting the inside of his cheek.

"What? Jealous?"

"A bit," admitted Hiccup. Snotlout grinned.

"I think I just became an uncle."

Hiccup's face relaxed and he let out a rolling chuckle.

"Heaven help the hatchlings then."

"Hear that little guy," said Snotlout, rubbing a finger under the hatchling's chin. "You just became an honorary Jorgensen." The dragon bit him. Snotlut jerked his hand away cursing under his breath. Hiccup laughed.

"And to think I saved you," he grumbled. Hookfang rumbled his discontent and Snotlout rolled his eyes. "All right, all right, fine. Needy much. To think we saved you," he amended.

Hiccup laughed even louder.

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Snotlout slumped over Hookfang's horns, his eyes closed as the setting suns rays tried to pierce through his eyelids. He always hated flying into the sun. Up in the air Hookfang could simply close his eyes and fly blind over the vast stretches of ocean, but he simply had to endure as his eyelids were not as thick.

It had been three days since the monstrous nightmare eggs had hatched and he and Hookfang were on their way back to Berk for supplies. Back home. Back to visit Sigyn again. They had left last night after sunset, flown all day, and now had a little over 12 hours till home. Hiccup had given them extra time but Snotlout didn't want to waste any of it on lazy trips back and forth. The long flight was not hard for Hookfang, but for him it was murder. Hours on end in the saddle. Even with brakes for food, his legs and back ached at the end. He needed to look into having Gobber design him a new saddle with more back support. Hookfang was bigger and might not mind the extra weight.

Beneath him Hookfang rumbled and Snotlout cracked his eyes open, shading them with his hand. There was a speck approaching in the fading sunlight. Was it another dragon? It wasn't uncommon to run across others but it was always good to be careful. Was it a larger dragon far off or… It was hard to tell with all the blinding sunlight. The spec grew quickly and then with a squeak the little creature latched itself onto his face.

He didn't fall out of the saddle but it was a close thing. Carefully he pried the dragon from his face, unsurprised to see it was Blaze, one of Fishface's trained mail dragons. This one in particular had a pension for attaching to faces which is why he had been careful not to use it to send mail to Sigyn. Resisting the urge to strangle the exuberant creature he examined the parchment tied to the dragon's leg. His eye was caught immediately by the red wax seal reserved for emergency communications between Berk and Dragons Edge. Holding tightly to the dragon he slipped the parchment free and popped the seal. The message was short.

"Return to Berk at once! Berk is under attack!

Gobber."

His mind spun into free fall, the terrible possibilities racing through his head. Was anyone hurt? Killed? His family? Sigyn or her father? The other's families? There was only one way to know but first, he must let the others know he'd seen the letter and was on his way. Digging into his pack he pulled out a smudge of charcoal and scrawled his name at the bottom of the page along with, "Twelve hours from Berk." Quickly, he reattached the message to the dragon and sent it on its way. Hookfang was tense beneath him, no doubt sensing his distress. Snotlout dug the rope from his pack and securing himself to Hookfang's horns, leaned over and called to his dragon.

"Berk's in trouble, Hookfang. There's been an attack. We need to get home as fast as…" But Hookfang was already rapidly gaining speed. Faster and faster. Snotlout pressed himself as flat as he could to Hookfangs neck. He didn't know if it was the rapid acceleration or the squirming knot in his gut but he was suddenly nauseous. They would get there in time. They had to. Hookfang sped faster, racing the disappearing sun to the horizon. Faster, they needed to go even faster. Hookfang obliged, determined to cut twelve hours down to three.

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