Blackfeather Woods We're driving in a black car

Rushing out of this situation was probably for the best, a fact little Anansi recognized. He was already moving away on wobbly legs when Maegi suggested they leave and find something to help. He nodded weakly, wanting nothing more than to escape the influence of the toxic willow. Would it stop him returning in the future? Probably not, but for a few days he would definitely give the area a wide berth.

Along the way, Anansi would dry heave two more times and hallucinate several more shadow pups, but by the time they reached Maegi's stash, he would be drowsy enough to fall asleep pretty much unaided.