Horizon Ridge wash the spider out

Intent was there, always, to find a filled pit of food and pilfer it; but the spider had to be quick. She had to be careful, even now. The dip-and-sniff of her long face could cause suspicion to arise and she was not built for confrontation.

And her affiliation with these wolves had just begun. To be thrown out in the heart of winter was not what she wanted; so Bayou had to play nice. Her behaviour was of tantamount importance.

So when the sounds of an approach reached her, the spider skittered to a halt. Her long legs braced against the earth, bowed at the elbow, and Bayou folded eagerly against the soil in earnest. There was no way for her to know where the stranger came from; only that they were suddenly nearby.

The spider did what she could to appear small, pious, and curled her tail across her belly. It was in this pose that she waited for the stranger to make themselves known - in this fog, the newly acquired soul would not be seeking them out.