Moonspear snake pit poetry

There were a lot of objects scattered on the ground here, catching Meerkat’s eye. Was there anything she might like to take back to the girls as a plaything? Before she could properly scour the offerings, she smelled the scent of a fresh kill and heard footsteps coming toward her.

This was Penn, she was strangely sure of it. He mumbled something around the large carcass in his maw. Meerkat looked back at him in bemusement, trying to puzzle out what he’d said.

‘I owe you’…? she tried, though it didn’t make sense. Oh! she exclaimed in the next breath, sounding it out having given her a clue. ‘I know you’? Meerkat guessed again. Do you recognize me? Because you’re familiar but I can’t place you…

Maybe he would consider setting down the dead raccoon to properly talk about it. Meerkat burst into light laughter at the silliness of the exchange so far.