During that coil I pondered about my venom. [i]Had I been using venom? Seems I only wondered because eating the Snake reminded me of the tutelage I got from my Father and Mother Viper on Birthday.[/i] However I thought about it, the principle was for might first; that I knew that I had thought about it. 

I opened my mouth and let my fangs bare. Under my snout I had imagined my fangs reticuled, then I lapsed to sheathing them as I closed my mouth. Perhaps they've always been letting venom happen, I thought. I'd need to stab them into a Being and not hold them in my maw, but Hunt them to see if my venom had gushed them.

I had basked enough, uncoiled, and began to range the jungle.