Blackbeak Bluff who would like to hear the gruesome details.

Penn would've been dismayed to learn that his feelings were written so plainly on his face. Most of his practice in hiding his emotions had been in an effort to hide them from himself. He was not so delusional to think he was ever successful in that endeavor. But at the very least, he consoled himself that he was practiced enough to hide it from others.

Only not.

Fortunately, he remained unaware of his failure. He cast his gaze over at the woman, his eyes narrowing slightly into a thoughtful frown. Dark red, golden eyes. The only wolf that came to mind was Elfie, but he hadn't been dark red, and Penn hadn't seen him in months. "No, haven't seen anyone like that," Penn answered. He considered leaving it at that, but that probably would've been the end of their interaction, and he'd be alone again.

"He owe you a steak or something?" he added after a beat.