Blackfeather Woods The crowd goes wild

His excitement and eagerness to explore, though the reason he left his family (what pack had he belonged to anyway?), was contagious. She smiled, the expression backed with true emotion at his energy. Follow me, little Spiderling, She turned and walked deeper into the tunnels, her steps slow to allow him to catch up and remain close to her while she navigated the twists and turns. It was easy to get lost in here; she only knew the landscape from being in them time and time again. These tunnels are part of Mephala's Web, She said softly, hearing her voice echo slightly, Mephala is a goddess. She controls secrets and shadows and darkness and hidden things. She didn't know if the boy was aware of sex (he was rather young, wasn't he?) or murder, but secrets and shadowy things he could at least understand; he was surrounded by them.

She walked until the soft blue glow of the glowworms illuminated a cavernous opening nearby. But there are bright things in her darkness too, She gently nosed the hanging tendrils, giggling girlishly as a familiar wetness dolloped on her nose, the tendril swinging gently.