Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

Meanwhile.

”Why are there so many noisy fucking birds here…” Penn Blackthorn grumbled as he shifted restlessly on the ground, lifting his paws over his head to cover his ears. Penn, unlike his friend on the opposite side of the mountain, was not at all interested in counting bird songs. The only allure to it was so he’d have a better idea just how many he needed to kill before he’d get to silence he so craved that morning.

He had been out late the night before, as he had every night since joining Moonspear’s ranks, sacrificing sleep to hunt and explore and learn all he could of the mountain. He had yet to claim some sort of den for himself, though he had never really been one for it. The closest he’d come was his little nook under the fallen palm in the grove. But that had been necessity, not want drawing him to it. He preferred to sleep under open skies whenever possible, but he did like to have his own patch of ground.

It wasn’t until the sky slowly began to transform from dark charcoal to a hazy, chalky blue that Penn decided to give it up. He stood and stretched his limbs as far as they would reach, then began to trek a somewhat familiar path to a creek he knew flowed nearby.