The little spider didn’t expect the quick movement and fell on his back into a little snow pile. He hissed and clicked furiously, his little legs flailing wildly.
[Marill stood up and spun in a circle, surveying the area. After he reassured himself that nothing was wrong, he rubbed the spot where he had been bitten and sighed.]
“I t-think it’s ‘b-bleedin…”
He had managed to get off his back. Mozart shook the snow out of his fur, hissing lowly. Stupid.. Human giant blue things..