Verdigris Ravine Enter: Spider-Goddess

The spiderling startled abruptly at the voice that spoke through the reeds on the other side of the water. 
Thirsty?
Arachne inhaled sharp enough to make her cough on the water in her throat, which she spent many moments attempting to clear out, holding up a paw as she did so, as if a nonverbal one moment, pls and ty while she got ahold of herself. 

After that, and a clearing of her throat, the shadow's ears slanted back and she began to back up a pawstep at a time, "I-I'll leave, I apologize..." She uttered, sheepish to her guilt of ignoring such strong scents to sate her own thirst.

The witchling began to turn, to try and climb back out of the Ravine, and hesitated for a long, awkward beat at the steep rock, before she took a breath and made forth, the effort to climb upwards. 

She got all of a foot above the ground before she lost her footing and tumbled down, landing in a messy heap of flying limbs and tussled black fur.
Arachne got up, with a visibly wilted expression, and stared into the reeds.
"I'll assume you aw that..." She murmured with an awkward, half-hearted smile.