Northstar Vale give me sirens and a cyclops

Twisting his head this way and that and whining low in his throat, Sylianos scrutinized the hanging insect. Leggy Bulb, he thought, but his delayed speech prevented him from verbalizing this.

Up went the pup's ears and down went his tail when his sister called his name in a tone that felt more admonishing than it really was. He snapped to attention and whirled around, eager to show that he was a good boy who could listen. Zulema seemed focused on the spider rather than him. He let his tail relax into a choppy wag.

Tusssh? he repeated with a quick tilt of his head that made his ears flap comically to the side. He liked his name better.