Greatwater Lake mephisto

Tarantula reclined upon his haunches as his mistress descended upon his gift with a ravening tear. He watched her for a few moments, and then swiveled his attention about their surroundings, looking to see if another of her followers would join them. But none came before she finished, and it was the crunch of the rabbit’s peanut-shell skull that drew a flick of his ears and a downturn of his eyes to observe the she-wolf once more.

His tail wagged proudly at the sight of her satisfied expression, which drew him into a stand once more. He pranced in place. More?