Kintla Flatlands black widow

Kaskara returned his greeting, and that was the end of that - or not. No sooner had Pura chosen a spot to begin the search (by now, he understood that it was Junior's scent they were after) than the dark female paused her work to engage him in conversation. The ash-grey boy flashed her an uneasy look, considered his options for a moment, and then replied with a slow, carefully enunciated "OK. I l-like.. pat..patrol."

Adults seemed to have a lot more going on in their heads, like walking pots of boiling water whose thoughts spilled out of their mouths with every step. Pura's head was simple and, when everyone was good and silent, it was also clear. He liked to patrol and smell things, and whilst Junior's knack for stumbling into adventures had facilitated these things happening, he was perfectly capable of managing without her.

His response left nothing for Kaskara to respond to. Pura folded one ear back, looked around for inspiration, and eventually asked her: ".. You..hold..up?"