Little Goat Mountain There's another side

He made a soft grunting, probably barely audible unless the girl was one to listen closely.
So, she didn't know herself. Curious. She was a wanderer like himself. Yet it seemed she was looking for nothing. He flashed her a toothy grin.
"Yes," he crooned, "tell her to seek me. Tell her I anticipate our meeting."
A sharp intake of breath, "please, Ma'am. I miss her dearly."

He blinked slowly, licking his lips thoughtfully. He should keep moving. Find something to eat. It was a shame he couldn't take the other spindly form before him, she was now his messenger; she wouldn't satiate him anyhow.
He tilted his ears before taking a step backward, "I thank you for your time." And with that, the monotone spider left her company. Continuing his search for her.
For food.

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