Pennyroyal didn't know the meaning of peaceful, a living ball of stress that probably inflicted his anxiety onto the others around him. He had no particular skills but worrying, and it was by mere chance he caught the scent of his littermate. He and Verbena had been searching for weeks to no avail, and the ginger boy could hardly believe he'd finally stumbled across the trail. He had frozen, tail bushed out straight behind him and ears pinned as if spooked before darting off deeper into the swamp. A single excited bark left him, though whether it was for Spiderlily or Benny was up for debate. Perhaps both!

He galloped haphazardly around the ruins, leaping those he thought short enough and careening closer towards the faint, faint trail of his sister. It was getting stronger! Was this how hunting worked?! He'd never followed a scent trail with success before!! Now that it was growing fresher, he loosed a happy little bay into the air. Was that her dark pelt mottled through the brief snatches of sunlight?

Penny bunched the muscles of his hind legs and sprang over a wall, singing a happy note... and caught a foot on the stony structure, landing face-first into the peaty mud of the swamp right behind his sister.