So the snake was actually good at swimming. Well, it would simply be an additional challenge. Pelt felt confident she could overcome it. Perhaps not easily - believing that might be overconfident, and she knew that was bad - but surely this hatchling couldn't win, even with a head start and her on land. He was less than a day out of his chrysalis.
"Go ahead, then. You can have a head start." What distance would be realistic for later hunts? A Gembound leaning over water to drink would be easiest, of course. But most of the time she assumed they would be farther away. A few meters, then, before she'd start moving.
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Carefully, agonizingly slowly, Pelt counted to exactly six seconds in her head before she couldn't stand waiting anymore and started chasing after the snake. He was good, she supposed. For a hatchling, at least. But she was older and bigger and even if she wasn't as suited to moving on land (or mud, in this case), she'd had cycles to practice. And she thought she was pretty good. Good enough to beat this hatchling even if he had a head start and she was on land.
As it turned out, she was doing as good as she'd expected. Satisfaction and pride welled up inside her - all that practice had finally paid off. As she started catching up, Pelt briefly considered snapping at the snake's tail (and maybe actually biting off just the
teensiest bit) to make him go faster, but quickly decided that it was a terrible idea. The snake had venom, after all. Who knew how dangerous or painful it was?
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