A small cat is a sight that Toothless isn't all that familiar with. He knows the smaller wild cats and the tufts of fur that they leave on plants, and he knows how they smell. This smell is similar, but... different. When the cat gets into stride with him as he runs, Toothless slows his pace just a little and looks to the side, confused.

The little cat is running with him?

What's going on, here?

Why is all the wildlife on this island so strange? First a deer that smells like a viking, and now this.

Too curious not to, Toothless finally skids to a halt, green eyes wide as he takes in the creature. Nothing in his body posture is all that threatening, and not even his tail is lashing as he sniffs at the air.