Blackfeather Woods what we do in the shadows [pup activity]

Perhaps, thought Anansi, everyone just experienced the daedra differently. His impassive gaze swept over the other cubs as they voiced their opinions. He saw the dirty look Rowan shot Scylla and his own black-dotted brows pulled down in disapproval; the other boy wasn't even a Melonii. He didn't belong here, and certainly didn't have the right to look at one of them like that. Scylla may not have been able to hear the daedra, and that just made her somewhat like him. He didn't hear anything, either. He thought he felt something, but it was more likely that what Anansi felt was due to the anticipation that Maegi was building, and nothing more.

For many Melonii, the daedra were seen like loa. They assumed the daedra had forms, personalities, kingdoms of their own making, and spoke directly to their subjects in visions and dreams. Anansi would grow to believe that the daedra were more like kami—spirits of the world, present in everything, tied to nature and how the world moved, but silent.

Anansi didn't speak up when Maegi offered to teach the cubs her language. She was his ena; it was expected that he and his siblings would be the first to learn. She dismissed them, but the young cub remained close. Not to ask any questions, but simply to linger in Maegi's vicinity.