Idly, Toothless wonders how big the creatures would be if they had wool. Very large and fluffy, no doubt, and impossible for many of the dragons in Berk to harass. Especially because they don't react to him. He's thinking of a giant, woolly oxen as he turns his attention to Crowley.

What he's talking about, the dragon can't really tell. But he does seem to be annoyed.

At least someone else is really annoyed by all of this change. Toothless is largely confused, but irritation is a factor, too.

He rumbles, sympathetic, in the back of his throat.