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There was no rattle to warn Veho as he trudged towards the cache, cold and devoid of most scents these days. The pups were growing by the day, and three were far too many to fit into the medical den; it seemed wrong to have them in the communal den if he was not (despite their mother being present, it still seemed to set a weird president). Besides, Rook’s prolonged absence had continued, and—
The medicine man might have continued his thought process had a blur not raced out of the open, striking at a forepaw as quick as lighting. Despite everything, it was not sharp teeth that dug into flesh, but the hard rap of the snake’s nose against his leg. Veho jumped backwards with a startled yelp, plants falling to the ground forgotten as he skittered away.
How had a snake gotten into the den? It’d only been a day or two since his last visit, surely—
The wolf lowered himself to the ground, sniffing the earth as he peered into the darkness. Beady eyes peered right back at him as the gopher snake coiled much like a rattler might; the warning sounds never came. Was it without a rattle? Or perhaps he mistook it for something else?
With few options to entertain, the wolf raised his muzzle to call any nearby packmates; this was a puzzle for more than one man.