((Hop, coming right bakc in track and in proper posting order! =^.^=))<br/><br/>Her body slithers slowly under the sunrys, trying uselessely to put her long whole self under the sun all at once. But the window is too small. So, after a couple minutes of restless laying, she climbs up the small window and on the roof of the den. Her mind works on an automatic, instinct-friven state. Heat, warmth, is all she seeks now, the drive for energy quite powerful.<br/><br/>The tigress-naga slithers on the solid roof of her den, and lays under the sun, emitting a very low and weak mrrrr as she feels her whole self surrounded by the warmth of the summer sun. She basks on the wonderful feeling of one warming oneself under the sun, relaxing and soon drowzing. She would shifts position once ina  while, rolling on her back to warm her belly and lowerscales.<br/><br/>Though, after a while, a faint sound is picked by the tigress sharp hearing. Her ears flicks once, then points toward the origin of the sound. She opens an eye, and hisses slightly, the sound sounding menacing, and making an alarm ring on her mind, even though she can't remember why right at the moment. She picked up the faint sound of the helicopter hovering above the human camp.