Cross scratched his neck and upper tail desperately, the affects of the fall season were taking place, he wanted someone to claim and just felt like he needed to let so much stress out, he wailed in desperation, a mating call, nothing, it left him in desperation as he slithered out of his den to try and find another lamia. . .

• . . . Please! . . . -

He muttered as he got on a rock and layed in the sun, feeling a bit better but his tail scales were still itching for someone. . .