Bearclaw Valley some words with a mummy

Aventus flicked one long, black ear in his sister's direction when she proudly announced her return to the den, but his eyes remained trained on the little spider spinning a web in the corner of the den. He assumed she was only there to tell Astara about her latest boring rock or stick, a daily occurrence, but then she repeated herself with purpose and he turned his head to look.

Not a rock or a stick, then. Something much more interesting. He glanced back to mark the location of the orb-weaver, then hoisted himself to his paws and helped himself to his sister's discovery by darting over, seizing it by its misshapen wing, and trying to run away with it.