The Quail was bigger than I could have eaten, it was abandoned. This jungle area seemed to have no trees, just bushes, roves and slopes of hills. Cozy. 
I began going up branches, extending my heights, and it really was cozy - I swerved my head and slithered downwards away from the heights, extreming vectors for slides of wood, or through shadows of bushes. I bided time, laying in a dark rise, and slumbered.