Northstar Vale So much to say but I don't speak.

The serpent was brought forth by the warming of the earth's temperatures, drawn into the chilled morning air by the promise of sunlight. Tentative rays peeked curiously over the walls of stone, shedding golden beams upon the pile of boulders scattered like a child's forgotten playthings upon the grassy knolls. 

Silver coils gleamed gunmetal in the first reaching rays, the single sinewy stretch of snake writhing with pleasure at the warmth that struck gently against her scales. A small head raised, black tongue flickering into the air delicately to identify the lingering scents - rain, a small grouping of deer that had passed through recently, a rat that had scurried by. The most prominent odor was that of the canines that had made the sheltered glen their home. 

The snake blinked glittering black eyes against the sun, unconcerned by the beasts' proximity.