[He'd actually felt a bit nervous. He'd never shared his sketchbook with anyone before, considering drawing wasn't a very viking thing to do (the fact that half of the adults in the tribe were illiterate withstanding, they could mostly understand the old drawings and runes around the island), so the compliment makes a small, pink flush colour his cheeks.]

Ah, thanks. I have a couple more... [He turns the pages, turning the book towards him so he can see before he stops on a couple of images of Toothless curled up on the grass or hanging from a tree.] Nobody's ever seen one of his kind up close before so I wanted to get as much visual as I could.