In the beastman world, there were few who did not fear the original form of the Silverwing Snake tribe. In their eyes, this form was gloomy, slimy, and hideous; it was difficult enough just to accept looking at it without feeling disgust or running away.
How many people were like Rowan, who dared to open Rowan's mouth to bite, to embrace, and to caress it?
This made the great snake extremely excited. Owen's thick, powerful tail, covered in silver scales, uncontrollably tapped lightly against the stone bed, creating low "thud-thud" sounds that echoed in the quiet cave.
"Stop licking, it's all wet. Change back?" Rowan used Rowan's head to nudge the snake's body, feeling the smooth scales slide against Rowan's skin. Rowan mimicked the snake's spoiled behavior, rubbing twice against the cool scales to lower Rowan's rising body temperature.
