Distance in your eyes.

an injured water buffalo is a prime hunting opportunity, and Spider isn’t surprised to find a young cream-pelted fae already stalking the creature, steps light and cautious on the softened ground. Spider pauses to observe her, noting her technique and form, and concludes she seems to be waiting for assistance. a smart choice, given the size of the creature, injured or not. moving slowly, Spider sidles up the the woman’s side and inclines their head in greeting, eyes never leaving their quarry. that familiar prickle of excitement runs through them, anticipation and nerves and something distinctly predatory. “Spider Fatalis, at your service,” they murmur, slanting the woman a tiny grin. sharp teeth bared in a hungry smile, a hunter’s smirk. “lead on, fair maiden - i’m yours to command.” they’d ambushed her hunt, after all; she could take the lead, if she desired.

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