Haunted Wood winter is coming

As the cyclops' eye pointed to her and then rolled away without recourse, Spider knew that this wolf was not only injured in some way, but delirious as well. She wasn't sure at first what to do with this information. Was there some angle she could play, or would it just be a kinder service to put him out of his misery?

The amoeba spilled forward like oil, and came to a rest at his dragging shoulder.

"Let me help you," she hummed from behind the bedraggled male's sooty ear; her warm breath swirling over his hanging crown in a brief halo. And though dulcet in pitch, her eyes— behind his back— were shrieking daggers.