Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

It was too bad Fenn couldn’t see the expression on Penn’s face as the damn broke and the vitriol came spilling out because it was rather comical. His brows lifted so high they might’ve stood taller than the top of his head as he listened to her rant at him. He tried his hardest to listen, but his mind couldn’t help but race along trying to keep up while examining several memories as it went. He had no doubt whatsoever that he likely deserved whatever she threw at him, even if it wasn’t for the reasons she was defining in that moment, so he didn’t try to stop her. He definitely didn’t understand her, though.

”What on earth are you going on about, woman?” Penn asked slowly, shaking his head to settle his thoughts, ”What did I forget? When did I move on? Why are you trying to make friends with killers? I don’t under—ugh you make my head hurt,” Penn ducked his muzzle down and set a paw on his forehead to catch his breath. A thought popped into his mind then that distracted him from the thought that she was apparently suicidal, trying to get murderers to befriend her.

”Is this really about me?” he asked, studying her, ”You sure you’re not just taking something out on me that isn’t on me? It’s me you’re mad at?”