He watches intently as his mate shifts and scales up the trees. Sniffing the air and keeping an eye on everything, he waits down in the brush silently.<br/><br/>Almost leaping up to her as the branch snaps, he quickly takes a sigh of relief as her long body grips the treetrunk firmly. Watching the little lizard, he presses his hands into the ground and readies himself if thier catch decides to run.<br/><br/>(that would be wierd since neither of us were snakes then.)