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Regin had never heard about the black spider with a red marking. She thought the creature sounded delightfully mysterious, not that she would ever seek it out willingly. The young siren believed this peculiar wolf. She seemed like she knew well enough what she was speaking about, but Gin had very little means of cross-referencing these warnings unless she wished to get bitten by the spider in question. More importantly, the dark-headed girl wished to know more about what Grim knew. 

"Do you know anything about the fuzzy spiders? They look like they have fur," she prompted with a sharp glance toward the older wolf. Gin had watched those particular arachnids leap around on the foliage outside of the family den. She had watched them for a considerable time, finding their movements to be strange but intriguing. She hoped that Grim would know something about the odd spiders she had seen.