Redhawk Caldera [m] Snakes and ladders

Suddenly, Fox appeared at his side, obviously worried. She must have seen the attack. Peregrine lifted his head and met her eyes. "I think so. It got me good, though," he said, swallowing the taste of his own blood. "Hope it's not venomous," he added, glancing toward where he'd kicked the snake. It had already disappeared into the grass. It hadn't made any noise, so he was pretty sure it hadn't been a rattlesnake. All he'd really noticed was its typical brown coloration.

Well, there wasn't anything he could about it one way or the other. Trying not to fret, Peregrine sat, then motioned at the nearby row of dead rabbits. "Want something to eat? It could be our last meal together," he quipped dryly, brow furrowing as he took another look at the bite mark. It hurt, of course, but he didn't notice any other effects... yet.