One Night, Outside Whitehill

<You seem uneaten.> I sent to Black Legs.

<For now.> he admitted. <I don't have high hopes for surviving the night.>

<Can you walk?>

<Not fast enough. I'd only slow you down.>

<Can you climb onto my backpack and ride there?>

He blinked at me. <To get out of this place, you'd better believe I can.>

I turned my back on a poisonous spider that was larger than the backpack it settled on. <I'm sorry for the weight.> he sent.

<Nah, you want to talk weight, about merchant carts loaded down with goods.>

<Horses must be insanely strong, to pull such loads.>

<I admit, I'm not planning to try pushing one around.>

<What are your plans?>

<Well, I'm thinking of sneaking into the outskirts Whitehill...>

<The human nest? Should I be getting off here?>

<Relax, there are probably better places to get off between here and there.>

<You obviously don't know hunger the way we spiders do.>