Sleepy Fox Hollow as i went down in the river to pray

The journey was incredibly taxing for Anansi, who was quickly coming to terms with the fact that his slim, frail body wasn't yet suited for long-distance travel. If Maegi was exhausted, then Anansi was debilitated by the miles they had put under their paws, and while Sakhmet and Maegi conversed, he licked his sore paws and wrestled with the aches of his body and the straining of his lungs. He listened, but he could not speak for a long time.

Like his sister, Anansi could not grasp the notion of doing something violent and damaging for the sake of it. He could understand doing something potentially cruel, not because he was cruel himself, but because even at his young age, he was intrigued by the possibility of convincing others to do what he wanted them to do. Fear was one way to accomplish that.

But to Anansi, utilizing fear to gain compliance was a coward's way. He said as much when he wrinkled his dark nose and deemed the wicked wolf, coward.