Moonspear tongues on the sockets of electric dreams.

Fennec was still in a mood and that meant the “messing with others” dial was cranked up a little higher today than usual. She’d actually managed to bring down a fairly large duck (in a very awkward, but thankfully solo, lakeside struggle) and kept it back for whenever Penn got back. Did she wish she’d been invited? Sure. Was she going to make a big deal out of it? Hopefully not. Maybe he’d needed a break from her too. Wasn’t his fault the timing sucked.

A normal wolf would have just given it to him, but Fennec waited until she caught wind of him and then tracked him down. When she pinpointed about where he was, she gave a muffled Heads up! and then flung the bird in his direction.

Had to keep him on his toes. Besides that, it had gotten her more than a few times with its beak. Giving it one last chance to harass a wolf before being eaten almost felt respectful to the thing.