Shy Deer Steppes the demons follow me

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The spider stalked and coiled, slipping through the dust bowl as though a lynx. Sooty fur began to take on the color of tawny, adhering to the slake of water still dribbling from body. The scent blew up from the south, a flourish of something familiar that the Delta could not quite put paws on. It wasn't until a little shivering youth appeared on the horizon, nearly camouflaged amongst the scrubby terrain. Something was amiss. It was obviously sick or injured and was only familiar due to the interaction between Lusa and her cohorts. Ah, yes, the little thing had run off very quickly.

"Nobody loves you," he cooed over the din of silence, wide paws picking up a terrible speed. One, two, three strides and the spider was upon the animal, a leap of haunches sending the large wolf into a ravaging pounce. A snarl punctuated the movement, teeth snapping for the little monster's head and face. Anything belonging to Lusa and her family were to be destroyed.