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The fur covering the nape of her neck bristled under his wandering gaze, eyes narrowing as she dared him to speak against her. And of course, he did, challenging her abilities. But the bait set was not something she so eagerly shot out to take, keeping away from it and, instead, fixed him with a glare and another, prissy huff. “I can catch plenty,” she retorted. Gradually, her expression shifted into a smirk as she returned the favour and looked him over, noting how they varied in terms of health. “Definitely more than you. Just look at you—how pathetic. Can’t catch enough to keep that mouth of yours stuffed shut?” And he had the nerve to question her abilities? Hah!

Swinging a single forelimb forward, she took a slow step towards him, eyes settling back into his. “You’re not being very good by questioning me,” noted the snake, her opposite limb moving forward as she inched closer to him. “Guess that means you won’t be getting fed.” She stopped, now close enough to reach out and touch him, should he have kept still throughout her approach. And without a care in the world for personal space and various other sorts of boundaries, she reached out with the intention of aiming a nip at his nose.

“Will you listen to me now?”