I carefully stalked my prey.

He was mumbling to himself about how to ask me if we were friends or if i still despised him. As much as i wanted to listen in on this conversation... And as much as i really (did/didn't) want to listen in, i (did/didn't) want to see him make a fool out of himself.

Prowling, i crept forward, keeping hidden int eh tall grasses. My belly barely scraped the ground and i slowly lifted and lowered my paws, creeping forward. Like a cat, i stalked him, ready to spring at any moment. My muscles decided that moment for me, as they pushed me forward through instincts.

Tackling toothless, we rolled over several times before i was able to pin him on the ground. I have to admit that he wasn't trying very hard to escape though.

"Y/n, would you consider us friends?" Toothless suddenly asked, the question taking me by surprise.