A tempting detour

It had been a few hours and the sun was finally beginning to set. As she began to move through the trees to find a good place to hunt, she felt something pull at her foot, almost toppling her.

She managed to catch herself, looking down the see... nothing. When her face snapped back up, she was face-to-face with a snake. "Helllooo thereeee," the soft, calming voice cooed out.

MJ instinctively hopped back and drew a knife. "A talking snake. Not the weirdest thing I've seen. Don't try anything. I'm no one's meal. I'm the predator, not the prey. So unless you'd prefer to be the latter, I suggest you leave."

"Oh there'ssssss no meet too worry, huntresssss. You doing need a weapon. All you need to do issss trussst in me," the snake replied.