My voice gets stuck in my throat as I see the large serpent raise it’s head prepared to strike. Its fangs are the size of my arm and a choked scream leaves my mouth as I stand there, frozen in fear.
And then it strikes.
I jump out of the water, my body moving on instinct, my wolf at the forefront of my mind.
However, moving in water is different than moving on land. And I’m also extremely malnourished.
Thus, my movements are slow and I feel part of the fang graze my arm.
I cry out in pain as the poison enters my blood scream.
It’s like my insides are burning and twisting and I fall onto the ground.
The serpent rears back, its body moving and twisting on the ground as it readies itself again. Terror at its massive size has me sick to the stomach. But a part of my brain size that
