Life is better with a book

His little slave's effort to distract the snake was enough for it to recoil. It drew back its face and gave him enough of a breath to adjust his own teeth and claws on it. With one heavy kick, he got one coil off his chest trying to squeeze his breath out. With another scramble he unhinged his maw and quickly wrapped his jaw closer to its head and crunched down with as much force as he could muster, severing its vertebrae and nearly severing its head from its body as his teeth sliced through the skin and muscle.

Panting, he felt the muscles relax around him as it slumped to the floor. He was still seeing stars as he grabbed his little Kitten and pressed his nose into her fur, desperately trying to control himself from the high of nearly becoming a meal himself. His muscles trembling from the exhilaration, her scent driving him mad. The idea of her dying and him being left alone in this shocking new world without her, his last grasp of his father and Abaddon was more than he was willing to sacrifice.

He roughly pushed away from her and turned to the snake. His breath came in harshly as he split the snake's skin down its belly and began pulling it away from the meat. Traders would go wild for this snakeskin, who knew what he could trade it for.