Cubs

The late summer sun falls on the loose stones of the ruined castle, that our beautiful Aesculapian Snake chose for his home. It sneaks through the hot stones, and runs to its night refuge, feeling through the tip of its forked tongue, the surrounding environment, in order to find its way. It then arrives at a small den where, between two stones, manages to nest his two-meter-long body, burying her head, with transparent and fixed eyelid, in her curled rings to fall asleep.