Otter Creek it's the screams, baby

The girl clearly did not like how uncomfortably close Snake had gotten. Most did not. The first thing he did when meeting others was get closer, closer, closer until they could no longer stand it. He wanted them to be uncomfortable, and it was even better when they were frightened.  "My apologiesss, darling," he cooed, although he took not a single step backwards. That grin grew wider by the second as she spoke, and Snake, well, Snake found her rather intriguing. Most others were not so keen to start playing games with him, and oh how delighted he was. He pays no mind to her threatening words nor her body language. There was a pause, where the earth stilled, and then a low, guttural noise left the dark wolf's body, something akin to a laugh and a cry, mixed into one. The result was an unnatural, unfavorable sound, and paired with the unblinking eyes and the grotesque grin, he looked like a devil uprooted from the deepest pits of hell. His laugh rose to a higher pitch before his head bobbed down to the girl. "No, perhapsss not a friend. A toy, maybe." Whether or not he was serious was a mystery. Nothing with him was ever as it seemed.