Distance in your eyes.

Spider is a little hesitant to agree, cautiously eyeing Fic’s injury, but it isn’t like they can carry this buffalo home all by themselves. “alright,” they agree, “if you think your injury can handle it, i’ll be happy for the help.” they circle their fallen catch and examine it from different angles, wondering at the best way to transport it. maybe if they both leverage it across their shoulders? still, it’d be a slow going process, and could put unnecessary strain on Fic. but what other choice do they have? Spider doesn’t want to just leave it here, after all. “any ideas how we should handle it?” they inquire, sitting back on their haunches. they shoot a glance at where Doomsday is wheeling above them, a dark spot against the pale sky. maybe he could help? but it isn’t like he’s got paws with which to grip the buffalo. Spider taps the earth with their tail, deep in thought.

"Araneae Fatalis"