where the wild things are

to the boy’s benefit, he gets to work pretty quickly. still shivering from the cold, Spider sits back and watches him with interest, a spike of admiration piercing them as he drags the logs over. and though they know this is all part of their deal, they can feel themselves warming towards the boy, touched by the effort he’s putting in for their benefit. “i can help with that,” they offer, pushing off the tree and wading out into the rain. he just looks so exerted, and they’ve never been very good at sitting back and watching others do the work. besides, building a shelter could be kind of fun…they cast a dubious glance at the grey clouded sky and pull a face. mmm, maybe not. they continue into the undergrowth, snuffling along in search of some large branches and checking occasionally to make sure the boy is following. “what’s your name?” they ask suddenly, apropos of nothing.

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