Blackfeather Woods We're listenin to "Fast Car"

The feather eluded Anansi's grasp, much to the boy's frustration. He continued attempting to scoop it up with his bottom lip, one ear swiveling as a voice called out who's there? No one important, he thought. That voice didn't belong to ena or Sobek or Sakhmet, so whoever it was could wait a few minutes for an answer. They could wait forever, though Anansi, but he wasn't one to be so rude.

He gave up on the feather when it caused him to sneeze and his stone nearly rocketed out of his muzzle. Too close. He would rather forego a hundred crow feathers than lose his precious moonstone. Rolling the wet rock out of his mouth, Anansi gloved it carefully with one of his oversized paws, then squinted through the trees until he caught a glimpse of tawny through the trees. Not any of the Melonii children.

No one, Anansi called back.