Sawtooth Spire un beso

A rebuttal transpired, but not of the sort the spider was expecting. The bear-wolf collided head with shoulder, knocking weight into sinuous body in a way that initiated play. Off went the beta in a raucous thunder of paws, blackness swallowing up form into a black emptiness. Only the faint echo of paws along the tunnels gave clue to where the female crept. 

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." he crooned into the inky mire, fiery eyes sliding from one tall pillar of stone to the next. Deeper down the halls did the spider travel, a leisurely pace taken as nostrils worked the air. The scent was faint. She was close, but still out of reach. Whiskers preened the vicinity of one looming spire that peered out of the ceiling. A bit of hair still clung to the massive object. 

A flash of white amidst the black captured attention, and a quick push of muzzle aimed to tag the beta's plushy rump. Tag.