Who Put These Motha F'in Snakes On This Motha F'in Plain

At last they made it across but once again found themselves at another border of Abaven. Sheesh! How big was this place? It had to be the biggest pack she'd run across yet. At least the weather was shaping up to be beautiful. The sky continued to shine and the dark slate clouds were starting to move out of the pale blue sky. She soon found herself at a vast plain covered in green grasses, shrubs and even a few cold and red flowers. The river continued to snake its way through the plain, winding its way through. There were a few trees nearby and she could see a small grove in the distance crowned in jade green, gold and rust colored leaves. She didn't get to enjoy it long for she noticed something peculiar about this plain. There were a number of snakes. One was curled up on a rock near the river, another was slinking through the grass and as she looked at the river she saw a large snake slither out. It was brown and marked in a way she immediately recognized. "Ack, cottonmouth! Poisonous." She shuffled back. Who the heck would want to live here?