Blackfeather Woods the palace needs dirt!

Fenn could walk. Hell, he'd been walking. But if the walk concluded in the promise of fresh meat, he had no issue completing it. 

"Good," he replied. 

He continued piling the dark soil onto the leaf, noticing a work wriggling about. He could do the nice thing and return it to the surrounding dirt, but the thought didn't cross his mind. 

"I'm Fenn," he finally said, after much internal debate. The wolf at least deserved to know his name, if he was going to be giving so generously.

((omg shared daddy issues lmfao))