Gilded Bay Till Valhalla

There was no telling Penn twice to get his tail and gear and get himself out to the Coast. The boy was hungry as crap and, now that he had been thoroughly chomped by the wanderlust bug, he was all about taking a trip to go grab himself some eats. Finley, however, was a different story. Much as his mother needed to eat, she knew that it was far more risky for her to travel so far than it was for her to stay put and potentially starve. So, she had kissed them all good bye and sent them on their way, knowing Penn at least would bring something back for her if only to show off for them all.

Penn also didn't need telling twice to eat everything he could and leave nothing behind. His eyes were on the birds first and foremost though, and it was them he attempted to eat before he turned his attention to the far easier meal in the ice. He didn't know what sort of monster beast this was that they ate, but he hardly cared as the frigid flesh sated some of the ache in his belly. Like a good boy, he did indeed set a scrap or two aside to take back to Fin. More than likely, the scraps set aside for her by someone else in his family would be far more generous than he had the capacity to give, but she would never judge. He was starving, and for at least one moment, he was busy actually feeling better for however long it would last.