The orange glow of the early evening cast it’s soft light over the Isle of Berk. The wind from the sea carried with it the salty smell of high tide as it rose to meet the rocks. Flocks of Monstrous Nightmares dotted the sky above, returning from that evening’s hunt, their gullets full of fish. Gronckles and Deadly Nadders could be heard squawking and grunting in the town below, bustling about with the residents of Berk as they
Astrid's Competitive Appetite
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