Wapun Meadow little lamb

He was captivated in his own little world, alone in which he didn't mind. It seemed to have become quite a habit lately. For now, he would have his own fun with the cloaks of winter without anyone to tell him otherwise. He had lost himself, finding the perks of being alone; but he didn't miss the approach of a girl, cloaked in gray. Green eyes flicked open and that grin grew wider. Her subtle voice danced in a whimsical movement towards his ears. "Why, hello, darling."

He traced her outline briefly with his gaze, finding her face and her scent unfamilar. She spoke again, "are you alright?" and Snake cackled, the unnerving sound erupting from his throat. "Am I alright?" he repeated, chuckling as the words left his jaws. He climbed to his feet, black body twisting and turning, not unlike that of a serpent as he moved closer to the girl. His head bobbed down to look her in the eye, angular muzzle pointed towards her and his crown tilted to the right. Saliva oozed from black lips. "You tell me." He moved closer still, swiping onyx tongue over his jaws.