Dally! Dally!

Spider inclines their head up the male and stalks forward, aware of the man shifting into position beyond their eyeline. they’ve used this technique a few times, now, let the familiarity guide their steps: a sudden approach, teeth bared and a snarl ripping from their throat as they rush the creature, snapping at those hoofed limbs, dodging its swinging mantle. predictably, the sheep screams and bolts in the opposite direction, unknowingly making a direct beeline into the man’s waiting arms. Spider brings up the rear to guard against any sudden directional changes, waiting with a breathless grin for their companion to land the killing blow.

3/3 rounds completed

"Speech"