Leo's POV
A tongue flick, in and out.
The slightest vibration in the tail.
Smell of herbs.
No danger, only mum.
A wriggle in the sand, then a nose poking out.
Another tongue flick. In, out.
Wriggle. Head out of the sand. Thought for a moment.
"Mum,"
I growled, cleaning my eyes with my second eyelid.
"Food?"
"We're running low, this is your last meal until I go out."
Sniff. Sniiiifff. Smell of food. Tongue flick.
Feel of the food on sand. Wait...
Vibration.
Feel of a heartbeat.
Quick slither. Scales touch warm fur. Constrict.
FOOOOD yum. Food gone.
Pause. Breeze overhead. Tongue flick. Tastes of sun.
Safe. Another pause.
The world gets darker.
Feel of light claws on stone somewhere overhead.
Hiss.
BOOM.
