[ He doesn't look at her, merely flicking an ear in her direction as he inspects the other dragon. It almost looks like... it's made of snow. Eyes narrowed, Toothless touches his nose to the other's snout, pulling back suddenly with a shake of his head at the cold.
It is snow. He's never seen a dragon of snow, and Toothless is intrigued as he circles, looking it up and down. Can he make a dragon of snow, too? ]
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It is snow. He's never seen a dragon of snow, and Toothless is intrigued as he circles, looking it up and down. Can he make a dragon of snow, too? ]