Blackfeather Woods We're listenin to "Fast Car"

I feed 'em and they come to me, said Rowan, while Anansi watched the crows closely. It was the first he had ever heard of manipulation, though he wouldn't know it by that name for some time to come. Earn the trust of another—in this case, another creature—by offering something they liked. In return, they might do something for you. For Rowan, the crows might serve as scouts or sentinels or whatever other designs the older pup had for them.

Anansi tucked this concept safely away into his mind for later consideration.

Cool, said Anansi, returning his attention to Rowan as the other beckoned him closer. He fell into step with the Fledgling. Do they like rabbit? he asked. Anansi didn't have any plans to try to befriend the crows, himself, but it was useful information to have if ever he needed to get a crow's attention.