Sawtooth Spire set fire

The last few serious blows pinched roughly at ears and neck, landing the last few nips before the bear-wolf, herself, was felled in foolery. Her weight shifted to join the spider, toppling over onto the ground rough enough that a glancing huff emanated from windpipe. To this , the inky spider's ears pricked upwards, observing features upside down in case the fall had provided an injury. Seeing none, and receiving a few more comical nips, the Eta chomped heartily at the beta's chin.

Chomps turned to licks. Serpentine tongue lashed against the smooth fur there, razing the softer down in a unique tenderness before actions paused. It was a moment to relish this brief flicker in time. To adhere it staunchly to memory should times every call for a need of warmth. 

It lasted but a hesitation, nostrils inhaling the steady scent of superior to drown out anything else that permeated the airways. The steady lapse was met with a push of paws, righting the spider promptly. "Farewell," he murmured gently into the waning light, dismissing himself quietly and ruining the subtle moment of pleasure. Wide paws carried the spider off in a jaunty gait.