Neverwinter Forest [ic joining] pilfer and plunder

When a spider faced a bird it would always lose. The bird was always better equipped; quick enough to scoop up the spider's body and swallow down it's kicking legs.

Bayou was indeed a skittering menace, but she was young. She had not encountered any birds with enough hostility to end her life — but the white woman's snapping teeth still made her flinch away, to slink and sulk against the mud.

Being refused was something else as well — Bayou was accustomed to getting what she wanted, simply because what she wanted was often the same thing that many packs did not want or desire. Rotting meat, for example. A half-frozen carcass with only bones remaining.

The stranger's dismissal of her felt a lot like losing and Bayou, as aware as she was of her position in life, was resistant.

"I do whatever is wanted! I repay, refill!" The spider chatted away, falling over her slick limbs as they crumpled beneath her; as Bayou prostrated desperately. "Gather, hunt, bless, I do things for you. All things, any things. Oui, mwen menm mwen nan dèt ou-" She crawled on her belly towards the woman now, but did not dare to reach with that pointed crow-face of her's; learning swiftly that the great white woman did not want to be touched. "Debt, yes, I repay debt for life. Please choose life,"

her gaze was sharp and wide-eyed, the shining yellow of her iris cutting contrasting circles in the dark.