Tormented Tarns spiders in your hair, spiders everywhere

A kaleidoscope of emotions appeared to cascade over Tatsuya’s face – anger, pleading, helplessness – and then he smiled. His grin was a touch too broad, and his eyes were wide, almost manic. She really had taken it too far, apparently. Sien stared at the male warily, in case his sudden insanity chose to take a turn towards violence. But it seemed she needn’t have worried; he merely leaned down and gobbled up the spider, motions jerky and mechanical. An automaton, Sien might’ve thought, had wolves any familiarity with such notions. He then proceeded to chew for what she felt like was an inordinately excessive amount of time, scornful apathy decorating his face all the while.

Sien found herself wondering whether the expression was directed at her, the spider, the situation, or some combination thereof. All of the above? she guessed, feeling another twinge of guilt. Here she was, a disciple of the Sect, casting aspersions on and being continuously catty to a wolf she was most certainly, by any interpretation of Sect teachings, supposed to be understanding and friendly towards. She exhaled slowly through her nose, another, more direct apology readying itself on the tip of her tongue. Before she could voice it, Tatsuya, who had since swallowed and seemingly froze for a second, as if resetting his expression, grinned wildly at her, baring all his teeth like some sort of lupine Cheshire cat, before turning tail and departing.

”Sorry,” she murmured under her breath at his retreating figure, but of course it was too late. ”Sorry you’re so weak,” her mind interjected snidely – but no, she didn’t really mean that. Once the male had all but disappeared into the distance, Sien lowered her head and pinned her ears back, certainly abashed now if she hadn’t been before. She closed her eyes and pictured the Creator’s image, lids flickering as she belatedly sought to pinpoint the actual sun’s presence in the sky sight unseen. I’m the one who’s weak; forgive me. she prayed fervently. Next time; I’ll definitely do better next time, she promised. Repentance complete in a matter of seconds, she immediately straightened and cast a sharp glance around the area, relaxing only after making sure there were no imminent threats that’d been planning on taking advantage of her moment of piety. After a brief bout of consideration as to her next course of action, Sien decided that she’d take a leaf from Tatsuya’s tree and take her leave, now that she had no bothersome interesting company to chain her here entertain. The tarns were beautiful yes, and unique, certainly, but there was still plenty of the Creator's work she'd yet to see. With that thought in mind, she continued on her way.