Nocturne Summit (m) This is why we can't have nice things, darling.

Penn hadn't been driven to Moonspear out of any real concerns for its citizens. He knew if there were any survivors, there wasn't much he could do for them. Plus, it seemed like there were plenty of others working on it, or so he surmised from the scents he found littered around the territory. No, he went because he was curious to explore the ruins. Nothing more, nothing less.

He was on his way back to Brecheliant when a familiar scent stole his attention. Ibis was around, and immediately a mischievous smirk danced across the Blackthorn's muzzle. Perhaps this was another chance for him to come play the part of hero, or at least the dashing gentleman companion. Perhaps he would wow her with his athleticism while they explored the cliffs together. Or simply charm her pants off with his natural wit.

It didn't take him too long to track her down. He stole a moment to admire her behind before finishing his approach and announcing himself with a chuff. "Hey there," he called as he swaggered his way towards her, "Didn't expect to see you out this way."