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The other wolf was quite helpful in explaining the process behind gathering the webs and what they would eventually help her do. Regin had never actually considered the pesky little bugs to be anything other than an annoyance and occasionally an itchy encounter. The young siren looked to the woman who seemed so comfortable with them being on her and sniffed warily once.
 
“How’d you learn to do it? Someone teach you or you do it on your own?”
 
Gin inquired with a curious tilt of her dark head. There was something about this wild woman who gathered spiders that had struck a chord with her. It seemed unexpected and she enjoyed that about the meeting with Grim.