Sawtooth Spire un beso

The touch was a success and, before the beta could turn and return the wallop, the spider churned on nimble paws and shimmied about one dark post. This opened up a sliver of light to orange eyes, attention diverting towards this new opening. A call punctuated the silence like a heated missile. The tone of the voice caused a simmer beneath flesh, praying the beta did not stop her search. Insides begged her to continue. Yet there was something that rooted the Eta. The advances, thus far, had spurned a dominating shake that had drawn blood. Never again. Out of respect and admiration, the spider swallowed down wants and desires, intrigue and excitement. There could only be subordinate to superior. 

Emotions were silly, anyway.

A thrust of wide paws drew the inky wolf into a shard of light creeping past a small opening in the rocks. It appeared the long, winding corridors or darkness held many secrets and few openings. Blinded by the twinkle of sunlight betwixt the crack, the spider suddenly realized he could not see the bear-wolf coming even if he wanted to. A dangerous mistake.