Singing through the dunes of scorched earth, I stopped to get the supplies from a loot drop.
Singing through the dunes of scorched earth, I stopped to get the supplies from a loot drop. Or if nowhere a swarm of allos started nipping at our heals. In a panic I swung away, but my faithful spider was hungry. When we were safe I hopped of and drank medbrews to replenish the blood I knew dear Miles needed to survive. But it wasn't enough for him. Later someone flies through the desert on a wyvern with a parasaur in its claws. It honks uncontrollably as they fly by a mountain. When they stop to check it out, they find my lifeless body drained of blood, and my dear hungry spider ready for more.