[open] what do you mean there's spiders?

Perhaps if they hadn't been so panicked about the spiders, they might have been surprised to suddenly see a very large dog. One that wasn't that size until just moments ago. But, really, she had other things to stress about. Pincers. Legs. Fangs? They were pretty sure those were big fangs. Oh for any watching god out there to deem it worthy to protect them.

Words. A voice. Talking. Right! They were being saved!

I, uhm, no? Yes... perhaps... Finwe frowned, looking around in realization that all but one spider was dead or gone. With their heart pounding hard within her chest, Finwe looked themselves over. It wasn't until the search came down to one leg that they realized there was blood. And as it didn't appear to be sticky, weird ichor, one could only assume it was, in fact, Finwe's blood.

Oh, that's... hrk that's... Covering her mouth, Finwe gave a dry retch. Blood. They finished, swallowing the nearly vomit-turned bile.