Emberflame Ridge sorry mr policeman, if i wanted to talk i woulda called a friend

He, too, had found himself a spider web. It had become draped across his muzzle like a luxurious but clingy cloth, when he had turned his head to glance abreast of him and failed to notice the shimmer of sunlight on the gossamer threads. He shook his broad head but found he could not merely shake himself free of the spider silk, resorting instead to lowering his muzzle and swiping at with his hefty paws. Just as he cleared the last strands from his face, he felt the tickling toes of the spider itself upon his ear, but one twitch and it was gone.

He walked on, with no specific purpose but to roam. Ahead, not so far, his spanning gaze came to rest on another, and as was his custom, his paws came to rest. He looked in her direction with curiosity. The wind had shifted and now was at his back, and if she did not seem him, he suspected she soon would be aware that she was not alone on this ridge.