[It's good that they're on their guard, because at least one of the dracaenae has smelled them out, too. Fortunately for them, she's more hesitant, but she's still hungry. She'll let the group of mortals pass her, let her companions move on before she stops walking, turns, and bares her teeth at the group of demigods, slithering toward them at breakneck speeds, her tails almost sidewinding.]
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