Moonspear snake pit poetry

Penn hadn't done too much to integrate with the rest of the pack. It wasn't that he wasn't interested. More so that he just hadn't made the effort. His days had been spent exploring the territory and hunting, sometimes within the borders and sometimes outside. That day, he'd been outside, and was just on his way back in when he came across a familiar face.

"'Eyyy un' I 'owe 'oo?" Penn mumbled through a mouthful of dead raccoon, his head canting to one side.