Frogspawn Swamp The Ultimate Wrench

Wraen confessed that she was just as stumped by the object as he was, which Penn found to be a little alarming (though he would die before he admitted a thing like that). He had long considered his former sitter to be the wisest wolf around with the exception of his father. He was consoled a bit by her smile and the shrug of her shoulders. Whatever it was, she didn't seem all that concerned by it at least.

That is, until it flashed in her face. Penn tensed as she neared it, his ears pinning forward as his hackles lifted with his lips. He took a bold step forward, knocking into Wraen some as some instinct drove him to try and shield her from it. A more cowardly instinct stopped him at only a half inch ahead of her where he ducked his head and snapped his teeth in its direction, warning it to get the hell back or he was gonna... Well, he'd probably run for it. It didn't know that, though.

When after a moment or two it proceeded to do nothing, Penn settled a bit, though he kept a wary eye on it. "Where did it come from?" he asked, his voice soft and low in an effort not to startle it into another reaction. He then turned suddenly, his wary posture melting into youthful excitement as he brought his attention to Wraen and asked eagerly, "Wait--did you see the dragon??"