Wapun Meadow Spiders deserve life in prison.

As large as he was for his age the segement of tree had surpassed him when alive, so that when he tried to pull it out of the weeds and on to the path it stuck on the hump of a tree root, and temporarily teetered.

The jarring sensation of having his effort annihilated was something he could have done without. It strained his neck, and he refused to let go of the stick even as it tipped backwards, pulling him up to his hind limbs briefly.

Those long legs looked especially thin as he was made to rise; and then the branch went beyond him and he had to let go. It was upright a moment and falling the next, rolling some distance, then resting in the grass.

Glaucos twisted and then landed with his feet splayed, open-mouthed and huffing, looking around for the stick and then for Illidan to see if he'd noticed the great commotion of his antics.