Moonspear snake pit poetry

Penn really didn't know much about Killer to be able to offer anything to her words about him. He did seem like a super nice kid, which was honestly a little surprising considering who his parents were. Plus, his name was Killer. The irony. Not being one to force anything, though, he hadn't sought the boy out to try and build a relationship with him, so his observations were few and impersonal thus far, and really not at all worth sharing.

"Something like that," Penn replied with a shrug. He quirked a brow at her comment about how Fenn had him now, unable to help the smirk that drifted across his lips. "And how do you know I'm not part of that bullshit?" Penn asked, his tail waving softly.