Snakes in the Rain

He hadn't planned on helping someone today. In fact, he never planned on helping anyone unless there was something in it for him. The black and white boy had been passing the swamp when he heard a ruckus. Slightly intrigued as to whether or not he could reap the benefits of some catastrophe, Chimera padded into the swap and made his way to the scene.

A pair of wolves were possibly getting eaten by a big snake. He mulled it over for a moment, deciding whether or not he wanted to help out. The skin of the snake was shiny and a nice shade of green. Might be a nice keepsake. Oh, hey, look. Something in it for him.

As the anaconda bit at the man, the dire boy rushed forward, teeth snapping behind the snakes head as it drew back. It coiled and tried to pull him into the water, so he had no choice but to release it, but he'd drawn first blood. Snakes... tasted gross.