Rain, Rain, Go Away
01-23-2018, 02:45 AM
Saffron had been enjoying an easy meal - a plump beaver that'd been so fixated on the tree it was gnawing that it hadn't had time to react by the time the she-wolf pounced - when heavy droplets of rain began their cascade from the heavens. Her brows pulled together in irritation, the weather inconveniencing her plans to laze around with a full belly until she was ready to go seeking herbs. Now she'd have to seek shelter, instead of doing what she'd planned.
She hated being at the whim of natural events, but she supposed she'd have no choice. An irritable hiss drew her attention to her companion, the snake curling up against her as the rain pattered against his green scales. "Perhaps I should make you a coat," she jested, tail thumping against the ground, "Beaver skin perhaps?" She had to admit, it wasn't a bad idea. Her friend hated the rain, and the beaver's coat was excellent for repelling water. Yet, the snake merely grumbled and burrowed slightly underneath her. Saffron shrugged, readying herself to stand.
"Well, you can't stay there, we've got to get out of the rain soon anyways," she chided the snake light-heartedly as she rose to her paws. Just then, a blinding flash of light crossed the sky, and moments later, a monstrous roar of thunder. And like a flash of lightning, her friend made a mad,
slithering dash away. Saffron's eyes flew wide open as she watched the snake take off, surprised by his response. Was it the rain? The thunder? Hadn't he come from a place where storms were frequent? She didn't have time to mull over it as his red tail disappeared amongst the undergrowth,
and it didn't appear that he was slowing down at all. "Vyper!" she called out, her voice shrill with startle - the snake was her only friend, and she didn't want to lose the visually impaired reptile, "Where are you going?" Without another moment of hesitation, Saffron bent down to grab her prey, and took off in the direction she'd seen Vyper slither away.
With the heavy rain falling, it was hard to keep track of the snake's already faint scent, but luckily the undergrowth was weighed down by the wetness and she could see a thin, winding trail left behind by her companion. She moved as quickly as she could, worried that the nearly blind snake would run into trouble on his own. Not only that, but he wasn't built for this kind of weather - he was susceptible to the cold without her body heat to keep him warm.
Vyper suddenly found himself out of the rain, and he paused in his swift movements to enjoy the feeling of the water running off his scales, while no further raindrops replaced it. He coiled up his body as he lifted his head to gaze around - not that he could see much, but it was obvious to him that there was something overhead blocking out light, and the rain. His forked tongue came forth,
flickering to draw in scents, and that was when it became apparent to him that there was another creature here. Similar in scent to his canine companion. Another wolf. Curious. He wouldn't strike,
for he knew the risks of coming close to a large predator especially with his lack of vision, but he would be ready to defend himself if the wolf posed a threat. "Vyper!" the snake retracted his head, flattening himself against the ground as he heard the faint, distant call of his wolf friend.
It was only moments before he felt the distinct vibration of her pawfalls heading toward him, and he slithered in her direction until he felt her nose against the top of his head, her scent catching on his flickering tongue.
"Why did you go off so fast?" Saffron questioned the snake after dropping her partially eaten prey, a somewhat scolding note heard in her voice. As she glanced around, she was glad to see that at least the snake had found shelter. As she scanned the great fallen tree, it didn't take long for her green-flecked, silver eyes to land upon the unmistakable form of another wolf. And he was quite a beast, too. "Well, hello," she greeted the brute, her eyes straying over him a little longer than might be comfortable for most, "I didn't expect to see anyone here. Mind if we crash your lonely little rendezvous?" The she-wolf stepped inside the shelter of the oak, shaking out her drenched coat. She promptly seated herself, allowing the snake to curl up amongst her legs, clearly not prepared to take "no" for an answer.
She hated being at the whim of natural events, but she supposed she'd have no choice. An irritable hiss drew her attention to her companion, the snake curling up against her as the rain pattered against his green scales. "Perhaps I should make you a coat," she jested, tail thumping against the ground, "Beaver skin perhaps?" She had to admit, it wasn't a bad idea. Her friend hated the rain, and the beaver's coat was excellent for repelling water. Yet, the snake merely grumbled and burrowed slightly underneath her. Saffron shrugged, readying herself to stand.
"Well, you can't stay there, we've got to get out of the rain soon anyways," she chided the snake light-heartedly as she rose to her paws. Just then, a blinding flash of light crossed the sky, and moments later, a monstrous roar of thunder. And like a flash of lightning, her friend made a mad,
slithering dash away. Saffron's eyes flew wide open as she watched the snake take off, surprised by his response. Was it the rain? The thunder? Hadn't he come from a place where storms were frequent? She didn't have time to mull over it as his red tail disappeared amongst the undergrowth,
and it didn't appear that he was slowing down at all. "Vyper!" she called out, her voice shrill with startle - the snake was her only friend, and she didn't want to lose the visually impaired reptile, "Where are you going?" Without another moment of hesitation, Saffron bent down to grab her prey, and took off in the direction she'd seen Vyper slither away.
With the heavy rain falling, it was hard to keep track of the snake's already faint scent, but luckily the undergrowth was weighed down by the wetness and she could see a thin, winding trail left behind by her companion. She moved as quickly as she could, worried that the nearly blind snake would run into trouble on his own. Not only that, but he wasn't built for this kind of weather - he was susceptible to the cold without her body heat to keep him warm.
Vyper suddenly found himself out of the rain, and he paused in his swift movements to enjoy the feeling of the water running off his scales, while no further raindrops replaced it. He coiled up his body as he lifted his head to gaze around - not that he could see much, but it was obvious to him that there was something overhead blocking out light, and the rain. His forked tongue came forth,
flickering to draw in scents, and that was when it became apparent to him that there was another creature here. Similar in scent to his canine companion. Another wolf. Curious. He wouldn't strike,
for he knew the risks of coming close to a large predator especially with his lack of vision, but he would be ready to defend himself if the wolf posed a threat. "Vyper!" the snake retracted his head, flattening himself against the ground as he heard the faint, distant call of his wolf friend.
It was only moments before he felt the distinct vibration of her pawfalls heading toward him, and he slithered in her direction until he felt her nose against the top of his head, her scent catching on his flickering tongue.
"Why did you go off so fast?" Saffron questioned the snake after dropping her partially eaten prey, a somewhat scolding note heard in her voice. As she glanced around, she was glad to see that at least the snake had found shelter. As she scanned the great fallen tree, it didn't take long for her green-flecked, silver eyes to land upon the unmistakable form of another wolf. And he was quite a beast, too. "Well, hello," she greeted the brute, her eyes straying over him a little longer than might be comfortable for most, "I didn't expect to see anyone here. Mind if we crash your lonely little rendezvous?" The she-wolf stepped inside the shelter of the oak, shaking out her drenched coat. She promptly seated herself, allowing the snake to curl up amongst her legs, clearly not prepared to take "no" for an answer.