Washed up and wrung out

whatever those pups had had, they’d had it bad; Spider has spent the last season holed up in their den, attempting to wish away the illness that had suddenly descended upon. alas, willpower alone clearly wasn’t enough to expel whatever but had infiltrated their system, and by the time Spider had recovered, they’d been left with gratitude and an even deeper sympathy for poor Jamie, whose own immune system seems to hold a grudge against her for no particular reason. alas, they’ve survived, and despite the cold season, Spider comes across the newcomer with a burst of optimism. granted, the male isn’t trespassing by any means, so it isn’t as though they ought not to be welcoming, but the perpetual good humour twisting their maw is one they’d thought long gone. it’s rather comforting to learn this isn’t the case.

“hello there,” they call out, squinting through the snow-laden breeze.
"Araneae Fatalis"