Lost Creek Hollow Is a new philosophy

Every day, he traveled further and with each step he took, he grew more and more certain of himself. In some aspects, anyway. He knew what he wanted and could see clearly in what direction forward did not take him. The rest... Well, he needed to work on the rest.

Only problem was, the rest made him feel a little sick to his stomach. So, it was back to avoidance and distractions. Today, that presented itself in the form of a forest with a spider's web of little creeks and streams patterning the grounds. Penn had spent much of his time tracing the lines the waterways made through the territory, making a mental map in his head just for the fun of it. When that began to bore him, he switched to frog hunting and was just chewing up a rubbery leg when he noticed a scent on the breeze.

Someone else was here. He chewed on this fact slowly, like he chewed on his amphibian snack. After a moment, he shrugged and stood, snatching up the remaining half of the frog and trotting off into the trees.

When he saw her, he slowed. She seemed deep in thought and kinda... mopey. Penn had been there. Feeling oddly charitable, he gave a low half growl, half howl, half just your average weird canine-y sound to get her attention, his tail wagging and posture neutral. "Haffa frog fer yer thoughts?" he asked best as he could with half a frog between his teeth.