Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

Penn rolled onto his belly and took a few long draughts of water before he pushed himself up onto his haunches and looked round for Fenn. She had stood and started heading into the trees, away from him. He watched her for a moment, considering whether he ought to let her go—She hadn't seemed interested in his chosen pastime and he'd made it clear he intended on pursuing the activity regardless. Still, he opted to be a pest about it and cantered off after her.

"So, since when do you hate swimming?" Penn asked as he trotted up alongside her, his fur damp and dripping, but his smile fixed in place.