Spotted Eagle Mountain I have always been a fortress.

He was hungry, painfully so, but he abandoned his tracking of the creature he hunted. Instead he veered away from the trail and moved along a route that lead him in the opposing direction. Whenever Venamis could shake the feeling of being pursued, he would return to pick up where he left off.

A loud crunch of splintering wood caused him to flinch and, swinging around with his upper lip curled, revealed his pearly white fangs in savage warning. He growled lowly, frosted stare peering beneath a furrowed brow through the darkness to find a glimmer of unfamiliar eyes staring back at him.

His tail flagged, and his stalker revealed herself. Venamis continued to rumble his frustration as she stepped into clear view with a hopeful lilt to her words. "Well yeah, you are," the spider answered, "so fuck off."