Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

An experiment.

The boy’s face is mere chaos, a growl meant in fear but not warning. A body stiffening. His clutch tightens over the ankle and he gives a few tugs, his eyes glittering and mad, as if to say: I shared with you now you share with me.

Is there self-preservation? Is there fight, and flight? Or is there obedience, submission, trust for one black serpent with a food supply?