Frogspawn Swamp Nerds trying to dance.

Penn, however, strayed like 24/7. Ever since he was born, he'd found it difficult to sit still. That had not changed as the months had gone by. If anything, it had merely grown as the spaces he was allowed to roam had gotten bigger. It was becoming such that the territories outside of his pack lands were becoming just as familiar to his paws as the Copse. He had favorite places amongst them and different ways he liked to spend his time in each of them. And that day, he wanted to hunt some frogs. 

He hadn't expected to come across Towhee on this venture. He'd been meaning to make her teach him more of that fighting shit she'd done with him the other day, but he'd been away a lot and she'd had that one guy hovering around her like a super creep when he had been home. Penn took a quick glance around to see if Clingy-McClingster was around before he trotted on over to her to say help.

"Hey!" he called as he walked up and bumped his shoulder against hers, grinning.