That hint of pride entered the man's tone, and Lefty scooped that up. Right. His mate was the General. Her nostrils flared and she tried to put Hazel's scent to memory; it would be important to remember in the future.
"Six children!" Lefty exclaimed, a smile crossing her jaws --
"Well, congratulations to the couple." She meant it too, of course. She wasn't the sort to hide her emotions in that way.
She spied the obelisk, but had not been directed to approach it yet, and so did not. Lefty instead drifted after Basilisk, slipping into the den-- and she was quick to do as told. She grasped furs, a satchel. "I would not take a weapon so soon, Prince Basilisk," Lefty began, turning to face him, bedding slung across her back and a pair of gathering satchels across her shoulders, hanging down against each one. "May I return here, later, to gather materials to make your Spider a cloak?"
Their mind turns towards the future. Spider is a child, and will need suitable materials to grow into. First, though, Lefty will need to meet them.
"Speech"
