[PQ] I'll Drink to That

The wolf’s snarl vanished and her growl turned to a ylp she hopped a step back when the spider appeared from the shadows. Hackles still bristled, she warily lowered her head to peer at the little beast that was.. rather big for a spider. And it was… was that spider drunk? Ashetta tilted her head and peered closer at the spindly-legged newcomer, sniffing carefully. After thinking a moment, the wolf huffed and was moving back to sit on her haunches - only instead a small woman crouched back on her heels instead, bright eyes considering the hiccuping arachnid. ”Those webs were yours then?” she said softly. ”They were a mess, you know. Drunk when you spun them?” She pursed her lips and watched it for a moment, then smirked wryly. A drunk spider stumbling about on eight legs. That was a new one. She'd never had a problem with spiders, having moved beyond any fear of them at a young age. Having to study them for their different sorts of venom, she learned quickly that they weren't really something to be afraid of. Certainly never studied a spider like this, though.... Ashe glanced over her shoulder and smirked, rising to her feet and grabbing something before she turned back and sat down before the spider. ”Here little buddy,” she murmured, and she set down the half of a fish before it. ”You like fish at all? It'd be a big help.” Should she have killed it? Relocated it? Probably. Is it aggressive? Well... ashetta it's live or die my way.