Toothless shakes his head. There's nothing here worth hunting. Fish in the sea, yes, but that's about it. He hasn't mastered hunting deer in the forest yet, as the trees are far too close together. It's difficult for him to maneuver. He's not sure how to explain that he'd just died, either, but a sudden thought comes to him. He moves a short distance away to find a stick, managing to come across a hefty one, and then crosses to a closer patch of dirt.

He has no chalk, so this will have to do. Very hesitantly, he begins to draw a skull. Maybe that will help. Of course, it takes him a few tries to get the shape down.