The human just didn't understand that He didn't want to hurt her. She was quick, too. Slather rubbed his temple and gave chase deeper into the spider den. He feared that he was chasing her deeper into the thick of the spiders, but if he turned back now, she was most certainly lost. If he followed her too closely, she may blindly run deeper into peril. Women, he muttered under his breath, are the same no matter what race. He began to lose sight of her. The Shaman was only afforded a darting glimpse every other turn. Soon, she was gone. Grumbling under his breath, he continued to pick his way along the path she had taken. It was not difficult to see signs of her passing, but he grew more frustrated at her lack of prudence and his slow speed. Spiders were very high on his avoid at all costs