Fenrir was all smiles. His wide, toothy grin was one that loudly spoke that he was far too proud of himself. His head twitched from side to side, restless. His eyes darted around their home in search of something, someone.
Then his gaze landed on Arachne.
The moment their eyes met, his grin grew impossibly wider. Arachne stared back with a flat and unimpressed look of someone watching a child eat glue. Normally, that kind of stare would have gotten a snarl out of him, maybe even a challenge, but not this time.
Because for once… she had nothing. She couldn't call him "dummy." "Stupid" was already taken too. There were no insults left that could wound his pride.
And that realization filled him with something dangerously close to joy.
A rumble began to build within his chest; a low, intense vibration soon rose up until it reached his throat. A disturbing laughter followed, one that was a sequence of growling and barking all in one. He was reveling in his victory.
