Chapter 13: Diary Entries
It took a while trying to figure out how I wanted to write this montage scene. Then it hit me when I was working on some economics homework, diary entries! from there it didn't take too long to write it out.
Also, sorry again if there's a tone of grammar errors. I put this through a spell check, but I'm posting this at midnight while I'm half asleep. So, what can you do? ️
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Balto or How to Train your Dragon. They both belong to their respective owners and this is just for fun, NOT for profit.
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Wolf Training, Day 5
I altered Toothless tail prosthetic in to be fitted with small metal balls wrapped in leather inside to act as weights for the hollow tail attachment in hopes that it balances the tail out.
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Wolf Training, Day 6
The weights were much. and even after gradually taking some or adding more, it's nearly impossible to get it to work correctly. So, I tried out another idea, a harness system that I can help control manually. It took an hour of debating with Toothless to convince him to even consider letting me ride him to control the harness, and even longer to chase him down to get the damn thing on him, but he eventually gave in.
We tried running over parts of the forests with mostly clear, unused paths, but tumbled several times whenever I yanked the harness string too hard. I added an attachment rope to the saddle and safety harness for my, but that only left me hanging from the saddle and tumbling with Toothless. By the end of the day, I found that I didn't have enough control and had to find another way to control the tail. And I probably have to put more support for his prosthetic paw to compensate for my added weight.
Also, another peculiar thing was this strange grass that we tumbled into during one of our tumbles. Toothless couldn't stop rolling in it rubbing his head against it. I think the only reason that he stopped was that he realizes that he wasn't alone, and it was evident in the embarrassed way his fur stood up when we were going away from it. I swiped some pocketed it to look at it more closely. There is a minty aroma to it despite surviving the cold and snow. Strange.
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Wolf Training, Day 7
So, the minty grass works on all wolves apparently. I tried it out on the Gronkle during training, the grass stopped it in its tracks, and made the creature lay down so that it could squirm closer to minty sample as I placed it on the ground.
I don't know how it looked to everyone else, but it must have been impressive because they swarmed me with questions that I could only half answer so that I could slip away. My only concern was that Astrid was asking the hardest questions out of all of them.
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Wolf Training, Day 8
After testing out a more cushioned paw prosthetic, I was taking some time to patting Toothless. Apparently, he thought I wasn't being attentive enough and I translated that as more petting. I was scratching behind his ear and made him butt wag since he didn't have a tail and all. But what made this different was when I started to scratch under his head, causing him to relax and fall over practically limp with bliss. Maybe I can try this with my training too.
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Wolf Training, Day 9
I tried the scratching technique and that worked too. Astrid didn't look too happy that she couldn't strike at the Deadly Nadder before I got to it though. I tried to sit with her to talk and hopefully apologize but couldn't get that much privacy when others tried to sit with us. Even though they were mostly asking me questions again and almost pushed Astrid completely off the table. By the time I could leave everyone, I saw that Astrid wasn't in the Meade Hall anymore.
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Wolf Training, Day 10
So, you know that thing where you can use reflecting light to play with a cat, a dog, or something. Apparently, it works with wolves too. When I found that Toothless liked it, I tried it out with a Terrible Terror. I never knew that wolves could get that small. It's like if you gave a wolf the body type of a corgi, but size of a regular dog.
I almost got caught by Astrid as she was training along my path to the Cavern. But I sprinted to and dipped down the hole before she could see me clearly. And considering that she didn't follow me down, I'm hopeful that she wouldn't be around the Cavern often.
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Wolf Training, Day 11
Toothless and I had growth more accustom to each other this the pedal system on his saddle and we found a good barely used path to do laps to test his walking, running, jumping, ducking, and turns. We still tumbled from time to time, but one of them resulted in crushing the latch to the point that it was clamped shut.
It was stressful, but I had no choice than to sneak him into town to get the tools I needed to pry the latch open enough to separate us or at lease to get a knife sharp enough to cut the core. We hide in the shadows and in alleyways until he got to the shop. It would have been perfect if Astrid didn't come out of nowhere and almost blew our cover. But she did mention that I've been acting a bit... off so maybe the way I left wasn't the most reassuring. I should probably talk to her later.
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(Toothless POV)
Hiccup was taking a nap against my back while writing in one of his "journals" as he called them. I snatched it from his lap and since he wrote in Atkan Aleut, so I was able to recognize some phrase. After a little while I could gather that he was writing about me & other wolves. Another thing that kept popping up was some female named Astrid. Was she rival? A mate, perhaps? I'll be sure to ask him about it later.
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They don't necessarily say how much time passes during the montage, but I estimated that it was a minimum of 8 days. I obviously went beyond that, but my aim was just to not go beyond half a month.
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