Fox's Glade and who shall wear the starry crown?

Anansi understood what ena meant, but couldn't help continuing, should you still help others even if you don't get anything for it? Why? Don't get me wrong, Anansi was one hundred and fifty percent grateful that some wolf had helped ena when she was young. He would be two hundred percent grateful to any wolf who helped Sobek or Sakhmet, or even him if he was in trouble. But what did the helpers get in return? Somehow, the boy with little empathy would find it difficult to understand doing something simply for the good of it, to make your heart happy, and all that jazz.

Maegi's grey ears shot up and Anansi's followed, flinching only a little when ena barked out a sharp question. Unlike his adoptive mother, Anansi hadn't seen anything, and even now naively overlooked the bright flashes of pale fur in the shadows. He wasn't yet equipped for picking out assassins in the dark.