Cyra easily cuts through the outer layer of webbing. "This is a distraction," she warns tersely, but when she looks at the meals wrapped up conveniently for them she relents. "Well, the grove is not likely to go anywhere if we forage somewhat while along the way. Keep your eyes out for the regular inhabitants of this cave- and do not forget to look up, since they may be clinging to the ceiling and ready to drop on you with an open mouth." She sets her mouth in a frown, but begins cutting through web strands with her forelimb.