Blackfeather Woods We're driving in a black car

The shadow did not answer. Anansi opened his mouth to ask again, but he was cut off by Maegi's voice calling his name across the clearing. Instantly his ears snatched back to his scalp and he dipped his hindquarters low, prepared for a stern talking to about disobeying her. There were now two dark little pups in the tree's shadow, both watching him with impassive expressions, but he didn't have time to ask them any more questions. The Nona was already beside him.

He allowed himself to be shepherded away, curling his tail between his legs in hopes she would go a little easier on him if he appeared truly repentant. He could hear the little shadow wolves following him and he glanced back over his shoulder, pausing conspicuously as he did so. Now there were five. He didn't dare say anything about the willow itself, but surely it was harmless to softly ask Maegi, who are they?