The coat goes back down, and this time Tarantulas stuffs some of it past his fangs and into his mouth. A high, wavering shriek, like a broken steam whistle, issues from the thick fur. His feet tap against the ground in an agitated spider-dance.

Finally the coat goes back up and he demands, "And then you killed them, right? You and your siblings slipped your leash and killed them? That is how this story ends, isn't it?"