Separated from their fellows, another group of Acromantulas scurried as fast as fast as they could, away, away, away from the forest. Two were much larger, a dozen more were small, they were the younglings of the forest-dwelling spiders, and it was clear that the two larger spiders were herding the younger ones, hurrying them, hustling them.

"Quickly younglings, quickly!" The larger of the grown Acromantulas circled back around behind the fleeing smaller spiders, all of which were still at least the size of a human dinner plate. One got a little close to the wild tree and was pulped suddenly by a whomp from its branches.

But the Acromantulas did not stop, though several of them shrieked in fear and sadness. They would mourn later.