[center][h2][color=crimson][b]Tholl[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr] Barring the tardieness of students and the clearly wild animal which made the student's attention spans more akin to cats blinding by laser pointers, Tholl didn't think the class was going to be half bad. Certainly it was an uphill battle trying to convey to them the importance of something so mundane as monetary wealth when some of them existed entirely outside modern society, but she was sure she'd get through to a few of them given time.

As such it was with a cheer in her step that she slipped into the cafeteria to stand vigil over the buzz of students unloading after their first classes. In her hands was a large transparent cup, with a straw built into the lid for ease of drink, that was filled with a slurry of red and pink. The wolf was nowhere to be seen, though perhaps if someone looked out the window at just the right moment, they'd witness a human sized Trapdoor spider walking the beast around the perimeter of the woods, the leash appearing almost comical hooked upon the arachnids front leg. 

[color=crimson][i]It can get some exercise, and if it smells the murderer coming back, it should react immediately. Win win.[/i][/color] Tholl's smile was mirrored inside and out, uncaring if anyone took offense to the sight of giant and literally man eating spiders roaming the grounds. With Aria's green light, not even Lotte  could brush away them or their webs for the foreseeable future.

However her smile faded into bewilderment as she saw the only arachnid on campus who didn't answer to her summons, prompting her to hurriedly circumvent the bustle of hungry students to loom over one Sonia Weaver.
 [color=crimson]"Huh. You know for half a second I thought one of my own came in here looking for a snack, but you're not part of my brood at all. Fancy that."[/color]

She noted the extra meal that the spider girl was chowing down upon and cringed at the lack of meat in it. Balanced it may be by human standards, but she didn't think it filling by any stretch of a spider's palette. Then she found cause for alarm as she downed a cup of coffee and reacted, in a word, drunkenly. If Mako were here  she'd have summarized that coffee was Irish at the very least, but Tholl knew better from her numerous broods. 

[color=crimson]"Ahem."[/color] She coughed forcefully, and plopped down into the seat beside the arachne before shoving her drink before her. [color=crimson]"Drink this. It's basically a meat smoothie, but without the milk. I wouldn't want to have to scold one of my students for public intoxication on their first day, so this should sober you up."[/color]