Today, at least, Spidersilk wasn't alone: instead her brother stood beside her, his mouth going endlessly, and her eyes going distant. Mirrors of each other, except for the broadness of his shoulders agains her slender limbs, the tuft of fur under his chin versus her smooth face, and yet there was still something so
different about them. It was probably the animated way he held himself, and her guarded expression, her tense shoulders.
No one else could have gone on and on the way Webtangle did. Today, it was giant wasps. At the core, there was probably some truth to his story -- after all, there really
were giant wasps that frequented these woods. There were first hand accounts of people who had seen them. On the other hand, they were definitely not kimeti-sized, and none of them had ever carried off a foal in a tangle of its limbs, no matter how often her brother insisted it was true.
Finally tired of the animated storytelling, Spidersilk drew to a halt and turned a baleful look on her brother. Her own tone was clipped, dry, quiet. "You know what? I don't even believe they exist."
Fish Bone had been following the teal doe for several days. She'd first caught his attention when she'd walked by, unknown to her as Fish Bones was - and still is - in his foxbun form. It was immediately apparent to him that she's expecting. So he started following her, waiting for some clue that she would like a blessing. He still was not sure so he's decided to change his blessing a bit. This time he'd bless her clutch with good health and longevity. Now he just needed an opening, the right moment to appear before her to do the deed. 
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