Blackfeather Woods the palace needs dirt!

Fenn could see he’d successfully relayed to the wolf that he’d rather not get invested in whatever shenanigans he was involved in, and he fought the urge to grin. The food alone would be enough to make Fenn work, but it would be a massive plus if Haizel—or whoever Haizel was working for—could give him information on his father. 

The whole thing seemed senseless to Fenn. Why on earth would this wolf be concerning himself with a task like this? He was big, a brute. He could easily spend his time massacring wildlife to feed his pack. 

Whatever. 

Fenn followed his lead, grabbing a leaf similar in size and daintily pushing dirt onto it. He knew he’d need to get dirty, but he’d still try and keep his coat clean of the dark mud for as long as he could. 

”How far?” he asked, though not just asking to see how long this whole thing would take, but out of genuine curiosity.

((Fr lmfaoo, sorry Fenn’s such a dick. Haizel seems so sweet haha))