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The wolf seemed focussed on something else, paying little attention to Charon. It irritated the boy, who felt important and, moreover, wanted to feel important more than anything. The adolescent opened his mouth to say something when the wolf suddenly said something to warn him. As the stranger beckoned to the ground, Charon followed her gaze and saw the snake on the ground. He nearly jumped into the air, as he'd been completely unaware of the snake being there at all, and it seemed very sudden for it to be at his feet.

Adding that the snake was poisonous did not help at all. Charon hadn't happened upon that many snakes in his life -- that he knew of, anyway, because apparently they were pro at hiding -- and he stared at the snake, petrified. "Well, what are you waiting for?! Get it away from me!" Charon called out to the stranger, snippier than he intended because he was terrified and wanted the snake to leave him alone. He was afraid though that if he would move suddenly, it would only attack him, so he remained petrified in place while his highly carried tail started to droop down as his focus shifted. The snake was slithering away from him, but Charon remained petrified, too afraid to startle it and draw out an attack to feel safe.