Thaw Me Out.

The small viper’s head rose, the forked tongue of Sawyer snaking out as he looked curiously at Amelia. She looked back at him, and shrugged. The pair heard the singing from what seemed like a mile away, but she was intrigued.
”Come now, Sawyer. Why don’t we go see who’s making such a ruckus?”
Her pygmy rattlesnake then slithered down to one of her slender limbs, coiling around it with his head just able to poke out and see the world as she walked toward the singing. It was in a different language, something she hadn’t heard before, and it drew her in with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

As she neared, she noticed a large brute - much larger than she. His coloring was mostly dark, with hints of a deep, rich, red color. The singing came right from his gut, though however slurred and drunken it may be. She let a warm smile caress her features as the serpent slunk forth, moving in an attempted quietness in order to remain undetected until she spoke. She wasn’t sure if she’d be successful or not, but came to a poised sitting position a small distance from him. A cream bottomed tail curled around her folded limbs as Sawyer watched him with his tiny, beady eyes. His tongue flicked out in order to sense and smell the man, taking him in just as much as Amelia began to. The tip of her tail wagged up and down in a rhythm, going along with his tune.
”My, my. Such a lovely language. Do you sing often, sir?”
Her eyes never did waver from him, as she watched, listened, and waited with the patience of a snake.