[Not wanting to alarm him, Toothless proceeds forward slowly to sniff Giles' hand. His breath is warm and heavy, unlike something from a truly reptilian creature, and the scales on his snout are finer than on the rest of him.
It's a bit like supple leather, as he gently presses the top of his head against Giles' hand. He's not a particularly shy dragon, anymore. Just firmly aware of the panic that his presence can create.]
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It's a bit like supple leather, as he gently presses the top of his head against Giles' hand. He's not a particularly shy dragon, anymore. Just firmly aware of the panic that his presence can create.]