Getting away from the snakes wasn't a problem, as they appeared to be fixated on Kennedy, twining around her ankles like very affectionate cats. "Can't say I blame her, I guess," Kennedy said with a shrug, bending down to let pick up a blue racer and drape it over her shoulders. A black rat snake took the opportunity to climb its way up her leg, winding its long body around her waist like a belt before climbing up her back, the snake's head resting over her shoulder. Kennedy wasn't nervous; it wasn't venomous, and the weight was almost comforting. Sort of like a security blanket.
"Let's go after her," she suggested. She made her way carefully in the direction the white doe had vanished, careful to move as quietly but as quickly as possible, trailing snakes as she went. "I want to get a closer look, too." The whole thing was too bizarre to let go; she'd never been snake catnip before, so it had to be something to do with the woman-turned-deer. That connection pulled at her, an unsatisfied curiosity.