Blackfeather Woods [BWP] We know.

Okay, so this kid was clearly a freak much like the rest of Blackfeather-born pups as he continued to gawk up at him, and Venamis did his best to bite back his frustration. It revealed itself in other ways, however: the spike of obsidian guard hairs along his nape, the twitch if an upper lip that threatened to show a warning flash of fangs. He furrowed his brow, turning focus instead to the wild thrum of his frantic heart.

He felt its pulse in his ears, feared it might break free of its cage within his ribs. A chill trailed along the length of his spine and he shivered, thoughts turning to how easily that bastard tree could've snuffed out his life - just like it had Hela and Scylla's mother.

Venamis sucked in a deep breath, pallid gaze following the ashen cub's movement as he turned away and beckoned him to accompany him. He did just that, an urgency to his stride that didn't quite match Anansi's.