His Mate
We couldn't move or they would find us and warn the others.
Alex looks to Bethany, and she nods. She quietly pulls out two of her throwing daggers, having them ready in her hands to throw.
While she was doing this, I feel something crawling on my hand that was places against the tree. Something tiny, with what feels like eight needle-like legs. I look down, only to find a tall eight-legged spider making its way up my hand. I'm not much of a fan of bugs, but boy do I HATE spiders.
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