Golden Glade Little sorrows sit and weep

Penn watched her eyes linger on his kill. His hackles raised the tiniest bit, though she didn't really look like she was going to make a grab at it so he stayed still. She did look hungry, which caused a twinge of guilt to press at his insides. But he needed only to think about his family at home to stave off any desire he had to be charitable here. After all, if no one was here to witness his kindness, how would his parents know he'd actually done it and praise him accordingly? 
 
"Penn Blackthorn," he answered without hesitation when prompted, a charming smile alighting his face. He was intrigued to hear her ask after the Firebirds, but not too surprised. They were an awesome pack, after all. It only made sense that their name was getting out there.

"Yeah, that's my pack," he claimed, giving her an encouraging glance that was meant to prompt her to go ahead and fangirl at will.