Moonspear snake pit poetry

Penn was pleased that she liked his idea. He had zero experience actually spending time with pups, but he was drawn to the thought of getting to in ways he never thought he would be. He'd always rolled his eyes and pushed away memories of his own family as though he were too cool for such things. Now that he was older, he saw that reaction for what it was—a rejection of the terrible sense of loss he felt over his parents' death and his siblings' dispersal.

At least, that's what Fig had told him.

The Blackthorn smiled and gave a nod to Meerkat, his tail wagging with genuine appreciation of the invitation. "Yeah, I'll track them down and swing by sometime to drop them off," he agreed, "Enjoy the raccoon. And rip the ears off too for them. They'll be nice to gnaw, I bet."

With that advice, Penn set off to find the tree and collect some puppy toys.