Gyrfalcon's Keep Asteroid

Vaettir smiled softly as Rusalka agreed to keep her company for a brief while.
The Priestess picked her way into the forests from the rocky cliffs, eyes flicking around the forest floors as she furthered her path as if looking for something...
She paused upon a patch of plants growing somewhere just off her trail.

Vaettir glanced to Rusalka before inching closer to the herbs, only to hear a distinct, serpentine hiss come from the other side of the patch of flora!
The Priestess 's eyes widened a bit before she backed off a few feet, allowing the form of a Cottonmouth to slither angrily toward her from the grasses.