Blackfeather Woods We're listenin to "Fast Car"

Ah, the habitual awkwardness of two youths with nothing much to say to one another. Anansi often remained silent, practicing words and phrases only when he was alone so that he would sound more fluent when speaking with others, so when Rowan fell silent, he did, too. He shuffled the paw that wasn't carefully concealing his stone over the leaf litter, fidgeting uncomfortably, and snuck a peek at the other cub. When Rowan sat, Anansi did, too.

After what was likely a painfully long silence, provided Rowan didn't break it himself, Anansi made his first attempt at conversing with someone that wasn't ena or his siblings. He posed a question, knowing at least that this was how conversation began. He picked a question that seemed interesting to him, something he thought they might have in common, though it would probably sound very silly to anyone who wasn't a very young wolf pup like Anansi: d'you eat stuff?