Broken Antler Fen Is where you go when you're alone

Penn smirked when she spoke of taking care of both the bear and the cougar herself. He didn't doubt she had taken some role in defending against them, but he suspected she had some help from the rest of the pack. He was a bit jealous to hear it--he personally would've loved a good fight with one or both of those beasts. Perhaps he ought to seek one out sometime to test his luck. He'd have to keep that idea in mind.

"You better," Penn replied, quite seriously, "Least I'll know who to thank if we get an onslaught of large predators in the territory." His grin split suddenly into a wide yawn a moment later and he stood to give his coat a good shake.

"Well hey, I'll let Wraen know you came by. You want me to pass anything else along for you?" he asked. He didn't mean to rush her off--it was nice to have a normal-for-them conversation with her again, but he also didn't want to push his luck and annoy her by keeping her too long. Plus the longer they talked, the more opportunity he had to fuck it all up again.