Moonspear feeling so good right now till we crash and burn somehow.

No. Turns out I’m a natural born hunter, and I figured out pretty quickly the birds are the ones that sing and have wings. Fennec smirked at her implication that this was too advanced for Penn to grasp.

There was actually a time when she’d wanted to be a hunter more than about anything else, back when she’d refused to accept that anything about her life had to be different. She’d tried, with Fig’s help, and occasionally she’d at least been able to help him to corner something. The thought of her brother dampened the moment a little, turning her towards wondering where he was now. Still in Epoch? Maybe. He’d probably like it there, with mom and dad and everyone else.

Well, there was one positive at least to her and Killer picking Moonspear instead. At least now he had that option without her getting in the way.

I can demonstrate. And if I miss, you can’t laugh, because it’s super fucking rude to laugh at a blind girl. Fennec lifted her head, but didn’t untangle herself and get to her feet just yet. She could use something to distract from her sudden sidetrack and breakfast seemed like the perfect excuse.