Blackfeather Woods i've got elastic bands keeping my shoes on

Anansi— a pale and soft-looking figure, perfectly distinct from its sibling twins— was splayed out and unconscious before, quite suddenly, flinching into wakefulness as Another came near. If he made any sound, it was one or two squeaks, and unsettled now, the intuitive boy began to flail each of his available limbs; trying to make sense of the change in his environment the only way he knew how.

Considering that he was working with only about a fifth of his sensory operating system, his attempt to simply know things was plainly futile. So he wrestled with himself, both mentally and physically, as he grunted and snorted and demanded some sort of reprieve from his overwhelming confusion.