False inprisonment

Arachne trotted back to the family den, her small paws lightly padding against the smooth sandstone. The landscape of Redwater Rocks, with its vibrant hues, seemed almost surreal as the sunlight played on the varied surfaces. Her exploration had been invigorating, but as she neared the den, a distant cry shattered the peaceful midday air. A shiver ran down Arachne's spine as she recognized the voice—it was one of her siblings. The cry carried an unfamiliar note, an angry frustration that seemed out of place in the serene surroundings. Concern etched across her features as she hesitated, wondering if she should go seek out her mother or father. A trickle of anxiety cracked through her chest at the idea of a confrontation.

Eventually she was able to gather the courage to continue, deciding she didn't want to make matters worse if whoever the confined party was had already gotten in trouble. As she approached the den's entrance, the barren rocks seemed to echo the turmoil within her. The familiar scent of her family lingered in the air, mixed with an underlying tension. Arachne cautiously stepped inside, her eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the lower lighting- but she immediately recognized the larger form of her brother. "Pho-b?" she spoke softly, her voice as small as she could make it while still making herself heard "What's wrong?" She inquired, not sure what else to do other than prompt him for insight into why he was in such a terrible mood.

"Arachne Klein"