Jade Fern Grove don't roll your eyes.

Penn paused with his dark muzzle stuck in the center of a fern, his ears perked and listening. He could hear footsteps, but they didn't sound right. Whatever was approaching was not the thing he was stalking. He suspected his prey was heavier, with just about zero grace. A wide, fumbling gait versus something long-legged and poised. Whoever was approaching was a wolf and he was not stalking one of those.

Still, the Blackthorn lifted his head to peer into the wide spaces between the trees. As he suspected, there was a wolf wading through the sea of green. Penn frowned, mildly annoyed for no reason other than he was a temperamental teenager. Not wanting to lose the trail, he stayed put, but he hissed just loudly enough for her to hear (assuming she wasn't hard of hearing), "Hey, quiet down! I'm hunting here!"