Otter Creek it's the screams, baby

"Temper, temper," he cooed, tone mocking. The girl looked about ready to attack him then and there, and oh how it excited him! She sends a threatening snap in his direction, and the man gracefully sidesteps away from her to give her atleast a little space, spine twisting underneath tight, dark, flesh. He circled the girl, stilted legs bringing him closer to her before dragging him away again. He feigned lunges in her direction, but never truly touched her, merely used the pounces to toy with her. 

He giggled at her insult, that grin never faltering, never disappearing from his maw. The girl before him was a brave one, he could tell, if not a little fiesty. She appeared to be sizing him up now, inspecting him, with her ears shoved forward, her eyes wild. Snake's own body was held loose, casual, mocking, even. His gait was smooth as he circled, massive pawprints imprinted in the snow behind him. Oh how fun this was!