Flights of Fancy

.The summer was the perfect time for the snake to become active. Yet it was also time for him to eat - he hadn't eaten since fall other than a few snacks of fish here and there. He wanted to find a good bird, or even snake if he could. Then he wouldn't neccesarily have to eat until next season. What the Cobra came across though was a funny looking Fox. Surely there was something wrong with the creature. It took Koby a second to realize that he was drinking a fermented drink, a chuckle escaped his snakey throat as he made sure to crawl up to a higher height so that he could be seen. Slinking forward after the fox's failure he stayed a few feet away just in case.

"Being drunk ssure doesss make it hard to hunt doessn't it?" Koby stated he looked at the fox with his best attempt at a smile. His unblinking eyes staring the small creature down. Wolves were in awe of him so he only wondered what a fox would do - not that he hadn't come across their kind before. Many had been enamored by his fortunes, many had loathed him for it too. They were an interest species to say the least.