Sun Mote Copse Boombastic

At this stage of early adulthood, Wraen would have expected Penn to take some of her words with a grain of salt. Instead he ate them from her paw, swallowed them whole and did not seem the least bit suspicious that she had been messing with him. Had he really hit his head that hard? Wraen scratched behind her ear, but this action though pleasant did not give her desired answers. Except - Blackthorns were all crazy, some more than others.

"So - first thing we need to test is the pelt's flying qualities," she went on, just as serious and pragmatic-like as earlier. "We will have to throw it off somewhere high to see, how well it flies. Know such a place?" she asked him.