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The comment about different breeds did not register well enough with the young pup. She peered at the peculiar older wolf with a scrutinous narrowing of her eyes, but she didn’t comment on it. It did seem as though the lady Grim had a better handle on spider taming than Regin ever could or would want to. She did think that it was a curious hobby, though. It was certainly not something that she expected her mothers would be doing in their free time.
 
“How’s it do that?” Gin inquired openly. She didn’t know that spiderwebs were such useful things. The young siren had imagined that they really only served a purpose for the spiders that made homes of them. Then again, she was a tad biased. The young girl had stepped in many of them and had not been pleased with how quick they were to cling to her coat.