Micah never wanted a pet, at least not a usual one. So finding an injured snake was right up his alley, tending to you enough to get you healed up and grateful for him.

He had planned on just letting you go, he was a man on the move, no time for such a thing, but It’d be fun to mess with people around camp.

You were usually kept in his tent, as you’d easily get stepped on or killed if you just wandered around camp, even if not on purpose.

Micah cracked his neck as he settled in, setting his guns on the bedroll and taking you out of the glass enclosure he had stolen, wasn’t anything fancy or really even good enough, but in his eyes, you were a snake, you don’t need much.

“Cmere..” he held you, he always tried to let you out as much as he could, knowing you’d probably bite him to death if he didn’t.