Sawtooth Spire i'd free all my sons

NO PUPPY DON'T DISTURB THE DEADDDDD lol lol lol

There seemed to be a quick flicker of light behind the cub's eyes at the mention of the parasites amidst the rocks. The exuberant voice that billowed out of tiny chest bubbled with pride and conviction. Ah yes, voles! The spider hadn't ever paid much heed to the mountain ranges during his adventuring and, thus, had never formally been introduced to one of the rat-rabbits prior to life within the Sawtooth. Having an identity for the little creatures would be beneficial when it came down to collecting their bodies for a cache. 

"Treat-treats," he enticed with a little surge upwards of inky brows, perfectly capable of switching to serious conversation and back to comical, childish babbling. "You hunt them too?" he asked conversationally, thin jawline tilting the opposite direction than before to express both curiosity and intrigue. "I forgot to taste these," he lamented with a small exhale through nostrils.