Bayou was better, she was faster and stronger than this pack-bound fool.
Her body was lined with thin cords of muscle tissue, well taught in the manner of a fleeting crook; she wove a skittering path around the trees in her pursuit of freedom, and barely felt a thing. Palpitations of the wraith's heart sent adrenaline-filled blood through her body; she could taste it behind the rotten meat flavor of her treasure.
And then, with a sudden blow from the weak guard, the spider's fangs snapped shut in a violent crack of action. Bayou had been holding firm to the morsel of tissue and the sudden loss of it, the sudden rebuke by the stranger, had forced her jaws shut like a trap.
It stung, and the girl let out a hiss of frustration through the gaps of her yellowed grimace. No prize. There would be nothing to show for her efforts!
The girl yowled and tried to turn around, but was faced with the snapping and bludgeoning of the guard. There was no way to retrieve what was lost - she Bayou gave in. The spider did not always get the fly - but she would be back.
This had only been a test after all, and the dark girl knew where to look if she wanted to try again. Her long limbs began to ache, finally, as she forced herself to dig deep and pull her gaunt self away from the territory, unaware if her pursuer was on her tail.