Wapun Meadow Spiders deserve life in prison.

The answer made him pause with one paw raised, pointing towards freedom with his entire body. He did not know what to make of the answer at first. Was he truly allowed to choose a path? He would not be in trouble for leaving the confines of the valley... Or leaving Astyanax to the attention of the horrible twins? If only he could trust that. Then again, this exploratory excursion was not a permanent thing; he need not be so worried. Dealing in such absolutes would surely drive him mad.

The boy gave a glimpse over his shoulder and thought about it for a second or two, then with a contentedness of youth, gave up his worries in favor of stalking through the grass. In the coming weeks winter would descend across this stretch of the wilds, and it being his first, he would not see these tall reeds for an eternity.

Some stalks had bits of dry seeds clinging to their tops. He bit some of their heads off, felt them give to the force of his teeth. Glaucos imagined the red-furred girl when he snapped at a small pile of red leaves; then, dashing a few meters off from Illidan's chosen route, he came back touting a long stick coated in mud — to his active imagination it was the swarthy boy who had bullied him. One end dragged across the dirt and cut a small trench that trailed behind.