[It doesn't take too long for the sounds to reach Hiccup--not for something that has good hearing.
A muzzle presses against Hiccup's leg, accompanied by clawed hands gripping at his trousers.]
Where's Taichi? [The thing asks miserably. A small flame puffs into existence just before Hiccup, though it doesn't provide enough light to see much more than a set of teeth and the mouth the flame came from before it fizzles out.]
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A muzzle presses against Hiccup's leg, accompanied by clawed hands gripping at his trousers.]
Where's Taichi? [The thing asks miserably. A small flame puffs into existence just before Hiccup, though it doesn't provide enough light to see much more than a set of teeth and the mouth the flame came from before it fizzles out.]