Duck Lake fire in the water

There was a time when the black devil had not been on the verge of madness. Snake had always had the gift of appearing mad, but in reality, he was much saner, smarter, and more cunning than any wolf he dealt with. The gift was to appear so, but not actually to be so, and that was a hard feat to accomplish. Never had he felt like he might derail, never had he felt like he might waver from his certain position in the world. Now he was simply...

Crazy. 

The man traversed the forest of pale, narrow, trees turning angular head out to see the uninterrupted view of the lake before him. Saucer-like paws gripped the earth surprisingly agilely. He was more lithe than he appeared, for though he was large, he was slender and strong like a steel cord. He slithered forwards, muscles rippling smoothly under his pelt as his black tail flicked left and right. Snake's sharp, hawk-like green eyes snapped towards the sound of a bird fluttering away from the canopy of a tree, wings flapping furiously before they found themselves grazing over the branches.

He swiveled his head to the right this time, his gaze zeroing in on a man with fiery red fur who seemed to be ready to leap on an oblivious duck. Snake pulled back his lips to reveal rows and rows of sharp teeth in a wicked grin before leaping forwards with a loud cackle, slamming his massive black paws down in the ground relatively close to the duck to hopefully frighten it off. "Boo."

Snake paused then, sharply turning his head back to look at the stranger before falling still as a statue, a strong, stony figure standing erect and waiting. Long, stilted legs became pillars of majesty, holding up a broad figure of power drenched in the sweet darkness of black. "That wasssn't very nice, creeping up on ssssuch an unsspecting creature like that,"  Snake mused, a giggle bubbling in his throat and filtering past his lips. 

“Far from home, aren’t we little bird? I don't think I've sssseen you around here before. Perhaps I've found a new toy?"