He responds to the rude gesture with a lazy snap of powerful jaws, a casual threat rather than any real attempt to bite off her hand. But some part of him approves of her spirit, the swift change from sobbing wretched creature to this snappish, fighting animal and his tail gives a slow swish, one side to the other.

"What I want is to scout this stretch of forest without your pitiful whimpering drawing in vermin far and wide. The spiders here are much more fond of squirming prey than I am."

One ear swivels back, catching the slight shift in the underbrush, the skitter of many, many jointed legs as Khoriya swings his head back, a black lip curling back in anticipation of the swarm.

"But it is too late for that. If you'd rather stay and be devoured by them, be my guest."