Thora Sigval // Tags: open
The events following seemed to escalate pretty quickly. The flee of the stranger dragon, a third night fury appearing to capture HIccup and Toothless's attention after they had moved off, and now a fourth fury, though this one looked like some part of sub-breed, perhaps- Thora didn't know. She did know that she was confused right now, and slightly frustrated at having no idea what was happening, but she also wanted to stay out of the commotion as best as possible. With a bit of an angered expression falling on her face, Thora curls her hands into fists and with a low noise in the back of her throat, she turns quickly on her heels to half-jog towards her house. Pushing open the door, she secured her hair back into it's usual ponytail as she grabs for Näv's saddle.
Näv had followed her owner, despite being very distracted by what was happening in the skies. She followed the human, of course, and as Thora began to secure her saddle over her neck and back, the black dragon did her best to stay still and patient, eyes and ears half-fixed on the three others of her own kind.