Broken Antler Fen spinefire

Penn hadn't slept that night. Not because he couldn't, but because he'd been distracted. He'd returned to the territory late and upon his return, had come across the scent of a wolverine. He liked wolverines. They were big, temperamental, vicious, and deceptively quick. Excellent for some good-natured pestering, so off he'd gone in pursuit.

By morning light, though, Penn hadn't managed to find the creature. But it wasn't all a waste--he'd found its den, which worked for him. He would have to spend more time haunting it until he came across the beast, at which point he could give him a real hello.

So, it was while trudging back home to grab some sleep for the "night" that he happened across Teya's path. He spotted her across the snow, but didn't slow at first. He'd assessed early on that she was one of those quiet, boring women that were prone to be weepy and have their feelings hurt too easily. He'd never really interacted with her before so it was an unfounded judgement, but that didn't stop him from making it. He was too tired to be interested in small talk, so he moved to continue on.

It was her pause that made him hesitate. Penn looked back at her and frowned, following her gaze before looking back at her. She looked tense. It was probably nothing, but still, he found himself approaching. Stupid curiosity.

"You alright?" he asked as he stopped a few yards away from her.