Heron Lake Plateau shouldn't you both be in bed.

Penn had paused to run his nose across the frosted bark of a thin tree that appeared to have fallen long ago when he heard a voice behind him. He should've been alarmed, but he was merely curious at the interruption when he turned to spy the stranger. Penn hadn't met many wolves outside of his own pack, and those he had met usually turned out to be related to his massive family in one way or another. Which is all to say, he had no reason at all to be suspicious of him.

"No, not unless I'm intruding too," Penn answered with a quirk of his lips, "Far as I know, no one's lived here since Summer." He couldn't quite remember when the Redhawks had moved out. They'd been another sister pack he hadn't really known, but there'd been a legacy to it that his parents had brought him up to be quite familiar with.