The night fury felt a little better after that fish. He tried to escape the cove that night. He didn't manage to get anywhere but he felt better for trying. He couldn't just give up. He woke up as the sun began to set his stomach demanding he try and hunt. The night fury stalked the small lake. He managed to catch a small fish today. He's disappointed, but it's better than before.
He was prowling the edges of the cove when the boy returned again. The dragon silently came out, looming like the superior predator he was. It wouldn't do for the viking child to forget his place. He watched as the boy lowered a bag and emptied fish out, more than yesterday. There were even rabbits! Hungry he moved up to eat. He sniffed them, surprised to find the boy's scent on the rabbits. Had he hunted this himself? Was he giving him his kills? That made no sense. And he couldn't understand why if the boy could hunt like this he was so small.
His hunger overcame any lingering thoughts. The viking child seemed satisfied to share with him. He was full once he was finished, a wonderful feeling he hadn't had in days. Looking at the child he sighed in contentment. Clearly if he could provide like this he wasn't the weakling he'd assumed. It must have just been his youth making him this way. The viking child was happy talking in his strange sounds. His stomach growled grabbing the dragon's attention.
The boy was hungry? He had fed him his kills and he was hungry. The night fury felt a little guilty. He was finally full thanks to this strange viking child and the boy had nothing to eat. He was still growing. If he didn't eat he wouldn't live to be full grown. The dragon thought he might want to see the child do that. What kind of viking would the boy that saved him instead of killing him like the rest of his kind would have be?
He decided to share. Rapidly he regurgitated half a fish. The boy seemed concerned, and the dragon quickly pushed the fish toward him in offering. the viking child didn't understand, so he growled to emphasize and pushed the fish again. The boy claimed it this time. The dragon crooned cheerfully. The boy paused again, needing another growl before eating. Pleased that the boy wouldn't go hungry now the night fury watched him leave.
It would be better if he could hunt for himself. Then the boy wouldn't be hungry from feeding him, and he could be stronger. He didn't like relying on someone else to help him. He wanted to prove he was strong on his own. He tilted his head thinking of the boy. He was surprised to realize he was hoping he'd return. Weak or not, without the viking child's help he'd be dead.