no it's a crayon

another snort, this one even less dignified. this guy is funny, they decide. “wouldn’t know it with the feathers on some of ‘em.” they have a brief image of the Hallows alpha with a beak and a pair of chicken legs, and they snigger into their paw.

his offer confuses them, but they don’t let it show. no, they keep their face perfectly schooled, casual as you please. can’t let him know they’ve no idea what a spliff is; that’d be decidedly uncool. besides, if they play their cards right, they might be about to find out. “ah. you’ve got yourself a deal.” they hold out a paw, offering a handshake because it feels oddly right in this moment. “i’m Spider.” they gesture to their face, an explanation all its own. “might i know yours, mr. raider?” they’re not entirely sure they’re right, but he’ll probably correct them if not. maybe some wolves just like to kick it by the beach.

weirdos.

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