Blackfeather Woods watch you sneer at me

Anansi didn't feel the forest's cadence in his bones the way his sister did. Unlike his forebears, it was unlikely he would ever come to view Blackfeather Woods as anything more than just another forest, albeit an interesting and well-storied one. The daedra were with him in other ways and he would carry them always. Whatever magic the others believed in would manifest differently for him. But his sister's warm touch and the way she seemed to tune into the world around him did draw his attention to it. In that moment, he supposed he did hear it like she did.

But she wasn't moving, and he knew ena could come by at any time and find them here. The spidery little cub wasn't keen on being punished. He allowed Sakhmet another few seconds to listen, then reached up and attempted to nip her ear, returning her to the here and now so he could usher her back home where they were supposed to be.