the webs we weave

Spider tilts their head, observing this man with an intrigued little hum. more new people. already Hazel is being papered over, covered up, her scent smothered in a plethora of new bodies, new pelts. their stomach wrenches at the thought, along with a stab of guilt. that’s not fair to the newbies, they know - to this man. “only thing you’re interrupting is my inner turmoil,” Spider jokes - is it a joke? - extending a paw to shake. “Spider Fatalis, Bas’ kid and co-heir extraordinaire.” they give the stranger, Casimir, another once-over, this one more deliberate. a big guy, white-furred and red eyes. looks like he’s no stranger to a bit of rough and n’ tumble. “you like to spar, Cas?”

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