Literature
The Call of the Wild 2 ( Hijack )
Hiccup groaned, forelegs curling up to his torso.
" Hey, he's alive!"
A hand brushed against Hiccup's auburn hair, making his green eyes open slowly. Blue eyes smiled down at him.
The centaur from last night.
He was a white stallion; young. Maybe about three, four, old enough to leave the herd and start his own.
He wore no colored grass bands, indicating he had yet to find a mate.
He stood, walking over to water jug in the corner of the cave.
" My name is Frost. I saw you fall outside- really bad fever. I thought you wouldn't make it for a little while."
Frost lifted Hiccup's head with one hand, slowly pouring water in the deertaur's