The Sunspire this love won't give up.

There was no time to recover. Wylla flinched when Yami splashed into the stream next to her, then screamed when the snake smacked her in the face. Despite its confusion and disorientation, it managed to part its nasty little jaws and she felt a sharp sting on her nose as it sunk its tiny teeth in.

Fuck fuck FUCK FUCK, Wylla hollered, rearing and giving her head a mighty shake. The snake kept its grip, though by now it was so rattled up it no longer knew which way was up and which was down. Or what day it was. Or what planet it was on. Or even what species it was.

With all logical though gone, Wylla threw her face into the water, determined the drown the motherfucker.