Rattlesnake Girl

Well, at least one thing was going right. She'd killed the snake. Gossamer had returned from an herb gathering trip to learn that a massive storm had struck the Armada and washed out not only their storage dens but a number of residencies as well. Gossamers personal herb stores had been trashed as well as her own den. She'd been in the middle of digging a new one when she'd disturbed a rattlesnake. In no mood to be diplomatic she struck out, swiftly severing the snake with her large fangs. However, now she wasn't sure what to do with it. Could it be eaten? She knew they were poisonous.

Gossamer sat down while she contemplated what to do with her catch, the snake still twisting and writhing in her mouth despite being dead.