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

The familiarity of his name was effectively distracting, earning a sharp intake of breath. "Penn," she repeated, voice still thick and wet but also a little wondering. "I don't think we've formally met but I'm a Redhawk. Well, I don't live with them—I live with Firefly Glen—but my parents are Towhee, Phox and Niamh." As she said their names, her shining eyes blinked a little owlishly.

She would've loved to linger longer, talk about their likely countless connections. But Meerkat's conscience tugged at her, urging to continue her quest. "Maybe after all this," she added, gesturing vaguely, expression solemn, "I could come back and have a proper conversation with you, Penn. I'm really sorry for the... abruptness." As she apologized, she gathered herself to her feet, making her intentions obvious.