Moonspear snake pit poetry

Penn didn’t really know if he was or wasn’t currently causing any bullshit in Fenn’s life. He knew he wasn’t a major source of it (not this time anyway), but he might still be a small contributor. He hoped that might change for the better since their last encounter, but he didn’t spend much time worrying about it. He was just going to go along for the ride. And try not to fuck it all up too badly this time.

Meerkat continued then, sharing some seemingly idle comments about Fenn. Penn chuckled softly and gave a nod, agreeing fully that he probably wouldn’t be there if Fenn really hadn’t wanted him around. The rest of her comments were… interesting, though.

She seemed kind and authentic in her concern, and yet Penn didn’t like the way it felt almost as if she were fishing for dirt. He felt oddly protective of Fenn in that moment, and it was a wholly bizarre experience. He’d never felt the need to really defend her before. Perhaps it was the vulnerability she’d shown him last time they spoke. Maybe he’d just changed in ways he hadn’t before realized. Or, maybe he really needed a nap.

”Got me,” Penn replied with a casual shrug and a smile, ”I’m not one to pry.” He leaned down to nibble at an itch on his foreleg, letting his words settle for a moment. ”It’s why I can boast that I’ve known her for four years and I still have my face,” he said with a grin as he straightened.