Distance in your eyes.

Spider follows the woman’s line of sight, nodding their approval. Identification, she’d said her name is - and she seems agreeable, too. Spider likes her already. “sure thing!” and since seems amendable to suggestions, they add, “how about i distract it and you go in for the kill? that way i can be on standby if anything goes wrong.” which it hopefully won’t, but one can never be too sure. Spider waits for confirmation, tail swaying behind them in eager sweeps. maybe they can even strip the creature’s pelt and take it back home. they could use the leather to make all kinds of things! oh, but then…Spider examines the woman with a tilt of their head. does she have a pack to return to? she doesn’t smell like it, but that’s not always indicative of the truth. if neither of us die after this, they think to themselves wryly, i’ll ask.

"Araneae Fatalis"