Moonspear i set my clocks early 'cause i know i'm always late.

Penn rolled his eyes at her complete lack of gratitude. Or, he would had he actually opened them yet. It wasn't until he felt the rubbery slap of a frog on his shoulder that he lifted his head to frown at her. He felt a growl growing in his throat, but it disappeared before it was let loose as she curled up against him. He replaced it was an exasperated sigh, even though his attitude had lightened quite a bit in those two seconds.

"You seemed perfectly content to be fed them the other day," Penn retorted as he reached to grab the frog by a long leg and toss it a foot or so away, "I suppose next time you'll require what, a mountain lion? Bear cub? Heart of wolverine?"