Flights of Fancy

Koby couldn't help but to chuckle at the creature. Perhaps the cobra could be his designated baby sitter for the time being. Not wary to any danger the snake would hate for the enthusastic creature to get hurt while trying to have a bit of fun. Koby stared at the birds, something about seeing the animals drunk fascinated him. How would they react, would it kill them? He looked at the fox, "Sssoundss like a brilliant idea. How can I help?" the cobra would slither around the feathers perhaps he could collect a few himself and make something of them now that would be an adventure.

"My name isss Koby, it'ss a pleasssure to meet you." the soft flick of his tail and the flittering of his tongue out of his mouth the snake could smell the concotion. He'd never been one to enjoy fermented drinks. Though the effects he had seen on others was entertaining but also scary. Too much of it could easily kill a creature the poison that it created was something Koby was also familiar with although he was no healer and did not know how to cure such an ailment. However, he'd be sure to keep an eye on the fox for this.