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It was not until the multi-colored she-wolf had drawn closer that Regin noted the dark spots along her frame that seemed to scurry under the touch of the light. The spiderwebs that decorated her haunches seemed to have been the culprit for such an intrusion, but the pup couldn’t figure out why this wolf was willingly participating in such an activity. When the stranger spoke, the young siren ceased her gnawing on the antler and lifted her crown upward.
 
“Who’r you?”
 
Regin wasn’t exactly polite with her tone or the question itself. She blinked a few more times at the spiders that were working webbing into the hairs of the she-wolf’s pelt. The pup still did not understand what purpose it served, but she was interested to find out. Leaving her antler on the ground, she rose and stepped a few paces closer to the other wolf. “You got spiders,” she stated with a guarded glance.