A Centaur & Spiderling

"Hello little lady.... you seem sad.. anything I can help with?"

The sound of Lio's hooves were soft clicks on the crunch of snow and ice. She wore little on her robust body as centaurs didn't seem to get very cold, running higher body temperatures than others. Said centaur woman had come across Iko's web, hearing soft sniffles and clicking sounds of distress.

"Iko right?"

Lio pressed with a small smile, looking up at the hollow shell of webbing that the small spiderling was curled up inside.