[ Oh. Alright then, that's cool. He's still gonna wait until the snake isn't quite so near him. It's one huge snake, he realizes, as he sees the animal slither farther into the place. Once the tail is some good feet ahead of him, he comes down the rest of the steps and starts looking around the place.
He takes in a few of the details, but his eyes inevitably go back to the snake. It seems to be headed somewhere specific, and Owen can't help being curious. So he follows. Because that's the smart thing to do, follow the giant snake.
Finally he hears a voice —apparently talking to the snake (like you didn't talk to your raptors, Owen)— and he follows it, albeit carefully. His gun's strapped to his back, for what it's worth. And he's not that big. ]
I'm not gonna shoot your friend... snake. [ He calls out loudly enough for the guy to hear him. ] If that's what you're worried about.
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He takes in a few of the details, but his eyes inevitably go back to the snake. It seems to be headed somewhere specific, and Owen can't help being curious. So he follows. Because that's the smart thing to do, follow the giant snake.
Finally he hears a voice —apparently talking to the snake (like you didn't talk to your raptors, Owen)— and he follows it, albeit carefully. His gun's strapped to his back, for what it's worth. And he's not that big. ]
I'm not gonna shoot your friend... snake. [ He calls out loudly enough for the guy to hear him. ] If that's what you're worried about.