Broken Antler Fen daddy said you gotta show the world the thunder.

Penn hadn't spent too much time exploring the Woods that he was to call home. He'd done his best for a while to do his daily border circle, but that had lasted like a week before he'd started slacking. It was just so cold and so snowy, it didn't seem like there was any point. Any marking he left was just going to get buried, so why bother until the weather cleared?

It was definitely an excuse, but it worked for him.

While he didn't plan to spend that much time around the territory, Penn did want to at least set up a little castle for himself. Just some cool digs he could call his own. Something that warned others to back off, but also was cozy and inviting and impressive for the ladies. So, in spite of the cold wind that blustered between the trees and ruffled his silver shaded fur, Penn was out that day, wandering and searching for a little corner of the woods to call his own.