The Pack's Rebels
“I’m glad I’m not sleeping in this warehouse.”
Meguitte held the snake just behind its jaw and it had wrapped itself around her arm as if seeking to squeeze its way free of her. “I’m not keeping the snake,” Meguitte replied mildly reaching for a jar covered with cling film and, when the snake hissed, popped its teeth through the film so that the cloudy viscous liquid squirted again the glass. “I just need to milk it. Poor baby,” she crooned to the reptile. “It did not enjoy the journey here,” she told Aislen. “It’s going to enjoy it less when I release it out back, as I suspect there are some sparrows lingering in the hope of snake for dinner.”
“Yummy,” Aislen grimaced.