[Splatter like that is natural for dragons. Or just about. Normally, Toothless wouldn't mind. But dead and decaying things are repellent to anything that doesn't subsist on marrow, and the dragon grimaces and shakes his head as Jesse staggers away. Toothless doesn't turn, at first. He watches the dead thing and makes sure that it stays motionless.
Finally, satisfied, he turns in the direction of the lost-looking Viking. This is normally where he might offer up some of his own past meal, but the dragon can't afford to part with it.
(Jesse's lucky, today.)
Instead, he turns and trots for the nearest body of water. He's gone for about ten minutes, watchful for decaying things but not seeing any, and returns cold and dripping wet — with fish. Two fairly large trout, or relatives thereof, which he places by Jesse's feet.
If that doesn't rouse the Viking, Toothless will attempt to lick his face and clean him off.]
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Finally, satisfied, he turns in the direction of the lost-looking Viking. This is normally where he might offer up some of his own past meal, but the dragon can't afford to part with it.
(Jesse's lucky, today.)
Instead, he turns and trots for the nearest body of water. He's gone for about ten minutes, watchful for decaying things but not seeing any, and returns cold and dripping wet — with fish. Two fairly large trout, or relatives thereof, which he places by Jesse's feet.
If that doesn't rouse the Viking, Toothless will attempt to lick his face and clean him off.]