Slither and Slide

The boy waddled u der the weight of the snake, but his head was held high, and there was a grin on his maw. He was having the time of his life, and he felt very achieved, coming back home with such a large trophy around his shoulders. He knew Resin had done most of the work, but he didnt think she would mind sharing the credit. He kept close to the older woman, occasionally knocking against her, partly as through to cheer them both on, and partly because he often wobbled.

It was about half way there that Bast and the bear found them. Marshal leading the way. It was clear the bird had seen their perdiciment and brought some help. Mort was panting readly by then, but knew down to his soul that he didnt want to be the first to call a stop.

He did when the bear stopped in front of him. Waddling on two feet, she gave him a friendly pat on the head, before grabbing the snake from his shoulders with a paw, and gently plopping it down on Bast. The leopard wobbled a little herself, but held steady. The bead then moved to Resin, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder, and motioning to her load.