Blackfoot Forest gossamer

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Sidewinder rarely stayed in one place for long, so it would have been no surprise for those who truly knew him that he was already on the other side of the map after visiting the coast. Packs scattered the land, and Winder knew that he would be fine this winter. There was plenty of wreckage to cause, plenty of secrets to pass along, and he had all the time in the world to do it. He strolled through the forest that smelled thickly of fox, and while he saw the creatures scatter this way and that, he did not provoke them.

"Most Elderly?" a tiny voice called out, and the large white snake snapped his head in the voice's direction. It was dark, but he surely stuck out like a sore thumb. There was no use in trying to hide, especially when he was seeking the voice. The soft crunching of leaves at an uneasy pattern made it easy to find the wounded girl. Perfect.

“You’re hurt,” he said, voice soft and silky.