[Black Dragon]

Snek snapped awake at the sound of Blue's voice. As his eyes adjusted, he quickly took a survey of his new surroundings. Apparently, they were near a river bank with native huts lining its shore. Soon he was wide awake and found himself gathering his things from the back of the vehicle, thanking Blue, and walking down the road. He didn't want to impose on her any more (which was surprising, considering his self-centered naure) and decided it would be best to find a nice spot near the river to spend the night.
All was silent save for the steady tap-tapping of his metal pads hitting the dirt road. He had long ago figured out how to tamper with his gear so that his pants made no sound what-so-ever, and it proved to be very helpful indeed. Carefully, Snek made his way down the river bank and found a very large willow tree growing from between boulders in the bank, its trendils just brushing the crystal-clear water's surface.
Yawning, the Slig pushed the branches away and made his way to the trunk of the tree, the whole inside in shadow due to the thick amount of leaves.
Perfect... I can see out... but no one can see in, he thought to himself.
Still having some part of his mind not clouded by sleep, the experience he had gained over the years told him that wild creatures might be about. He scooped the soil just beside the tree's trunk with his hand and rubbed it all over himself to destroy his scent: he couldn't be too careful.
Finally, after a long and utterly harsh day, Snek leaned his back against the old willow and allowed sleep to wash over him like the water against the river's bank.