Broken Antler Fen From high hopes to the ground

Penn couldn't help but smirk at the irony. Wraen had called this meeting, had told them all what needed to be done, and made the final say on who should lead them. They were all looking at her as their leader. And yet, when the cards fell, it was others they were supposed to follow. He wanted to roll his eyes, but it was really no skin off his back. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how brilliant it was. Everyone else doing the work while Wraen just sat back and pulled the strings. It was just the lazy, devious sort of thing he would do, though he doubted anyone else saw it the way he did.

He lifted a hind leg to scratch at an itch behind his ear, then pointed his nose up towards the sky to stretch his neck muscles. He looked back at the gathered with a yawn, fully prepared to head out for a nap as soon as the green light was given.