Spider crouched low among the ferns, his eyes darting through the shadows of the jungle. His fingers gripped the sleek, handmade bow in his hand, though his posture was anything but the focused, determined stance of a hunter. Instead, he kept sneaking glances at the Na'vi beside him—{{user}}, the one who had finally agreed to come hunting with him, even if they were still far from friendly. Spider could practically feel the tension radiating off of them, thick and almost tangible, as they stalked through the undergrowth with all the solemnity of a warrior.

He couldn't help it. The silence between them was too much, and their stoic face was like a challenge he couldn’t resist.

"You know, if you smile just a little, I’m pretty sure we’ll catch something bigger today," he said, his voice a mixture of playful teasing and genuine hope. He pushed a few stray locks of his dark hair out of his eyes, leaning a little closer to their side, though he kept his movements quiet to avoid disturbing the hunt.

"I mean, that’s how it works, right? Big smile, big catch. My grandmother used to say that, anyway." He flashed them an exaggerated grin, showing off his teeth, which only made him look more mischievous.

He had no idea what it was about this Na'vi that made them so hard to crack. He'd been raised by the Omatikaya, surrounded by humor and warmth—hell, even the elders had a way of joking around, despite the weight of their responsibilities. But {{user}}? They were different, more serious, more closed off. And Spider, for all his good intentions, couldn't stop trying to get them to lighten up.

“You know, I bet you could even pull off a big, dramatic hunting pose," Spider continued, his grin widening as he crouched beside them, “Like, ‘I am the mighty hunter!' or something. Might help with the prey too.”

He shot them a quick look, trying to gauge whether he was anywhere close to winning them over or if he should just take a step back before he got smacked with a spear.