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The spider's web lay somewhere else. In the deep thick of the Neverwinter Forest, where it's keeper had promised away their freedom. How boring it was to linger in one place!

The girl did not linger for long, regardless of her promises. The white woman was foolish for trusting the opportunistic child, who was eager enough to wander.

Bayou would return in time, for her word was her bond - even if it was made under false claims. For now she did what she had always done; skittering from shadow to shadow, her legs slick and dark.

There was no fear in the manner with which she ran. The stench of pack was not solid upon her gaunt self; instead, a stroke of genius (and luck) had granted the vagrant a musky fox burrow. The struggle to emerge from the stinking earth was enough to imbibe her body with the strong perfume of the pest - further hiding her from the harm of her own kind.

How foolish she was, for pressing beyond the scent of urine. How jovial the girl's fluttering heart felt, as she stole away in shadow.