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Penn had needed to get out. The boy had been stricken at a very young age by the restless bug that often seemed to plague those who shared his black striped spine, so it wasn't entirely new for him to find the Copse so stifling that he needed to escape. The new part was that he could barely stand to be beneath those trees for more than a few minutes anymore.

Since his parents had died, Penn had been dismayed to see life continuing to move along around him. He felt as though his entire world had collapsed, but he seemed to be alone in it. Everyone else had found something new to distract them, something else to live for. There were new puppies, new packmates, new dramas and friendships. But what did he have? Only his loss.

So, Penn Blackthorn had set out. He'd had no real destination in mind and after three days of wandering, he still had none. He simply hadn't been able to keep himself put. There was no reason to. No one in the Copse needed him. No one had time for him. He didn't care about the stupid new puppies and in fact resented them for making them all forget that his parents were gone. It was like it didn't matter to anyone but him anymore, and it was such absolute bullshit that he couldn't help the angry rumble in his chest every time he thought about it.

Penn swallowed his anger to silence himself as he stared out across the crashing waves far, far below him. He needed a change. He missed his parents. He missed the life he'd had. He missed being happy. He missed feeling as though he had a home.

He needed a change.