Hiccup had come to the same conclusion. When he'd found the unmistakable silhouette of a Timberjack, he'd gotten excited. Toothless didn't quite understand what the big hubbub was about, but Hiccup was nearly breathless when he met up with Astrid again.

"Yes! Isn't it amazing?" He came to look at the wall beside her, his own torchlight illuminating another etching of a Whispering Death. This one was bigger, though. It had a different shape. He tilted his head, studying it for a moment, and then glanced back at Astrid.

"These drawings don't look familiar. I thought maybe they were left here by Bork the Bold, but they're nothing like what he put in the Book of Dragons." Somewhere close by, Toothless chuffed up a cloud of dust, making Hiccup frown. "I know, bud, but we can't leave right now." Not with the thunderstorm still raging outside, and definitely not when there were dragon researchers to... uh, research.