The clacking intensified as the lone human continued onward, now using the light from her stick to illuminate her pathway. !!!!!!! Did she not realise how unsafe that was...These acromantulas had not been intending to spend another night in this forest, but with an intruder present...they were obligated to follow her on account of the rest of the tribe. The clacking only stopped when she spoke. Rude humans...

"What are you doing in our forest?" The first spider's low and commanding voice came floating out of the darkness. English was what they should speak here. This was a forest in Scotland, not El Salvador!