A black shape, almost invisible in the night sky, swooped around the area above the campground/

"This is where the new myth's supposed to be. See anything bud?"

Not yet, n-hang on a second. Toothless sniffed at the air. Still don't see anything, but I do smell something. Fish oil.

"Ruffnut." Hiccup made a resigned sigh. "Better go pick her up before she breaks something. Or someone."

I am really not looking forward to carrying her back, Toothless muttere back mentally, before changing directions to follow the scent.