Zeref clutched in vain at the air behind Ted as the bigger man went to club the deer.  Somehow he felt that it would be a severe mistake to make any noise.  But after nothing happened, he felt even worse.  Now something was decidedly dangerous about the whole situation.<br/><br/>And then he knew it.  The two puncture wounds Tia uncovered on the one animal...<br/><br/>His skin crawled.  "Spiders," he whispered.  He could tell by the looks on their faces that most of the women had deciphered that already.  That explained his feelings, which now had intensified into something far more caustic - it turned his hunger into a deep pit of nausea, and made the hair of his body feel as though it had grown rigid.  His right hand found his stiletto, but he knew it would do precious nothing against the hard shell of a spider, especially one as big as the ones that had to have laid out the deer.<br/><br/>He listened.  The rustling was all around them.  They were being encircled.  The thought made him ill.  There had to be a way out.  Had to be.<br/><br/>Rushing back the way they'd come was suicide - doubtless a spider was waiting there in case they did just that.  Waiting for them to come was a worse option.  There in the clearing, their group was illuminated, and surrounded by darkness.  They couldn't fight spiders, not with the weapons they had.<br/><br/>Time to run.  Anywhere.<br/><br/>"They're around us," he spoke, regaining the command in his voice.  "We have to run.  Back the way we came.  There might be one there, but facing one is better than facing them all.  Hunters first, keep your eyes up!  Run!"