Lost Creek Hollow Is a new philosophy

Penn couldn't well remember the famine that had plagued much of his childhood. He'd been so young and the Copse hadn't seen the devastation the rest of the Wilds had. He had been fortunate and would've been grateful but for the fact that he was a self-centered yearling with a very healthy god complex. He thought the concept of worrying about fighting with allies strange--I mean, they were allies, doesn't that mean you didn't fight on principle? But, he didn't really care, so he inwardly shrugged it off. Whatever her reasons, they were hers. He would judge, but he'd keep it to himself and forget about it a minute later.

He tensed slightly when she began her question, but settled when it ended in to instead of from. He didn't want to talk about his parents. This whole trip had been about moving forward, not looking back. So, he was glad that she turned his focus in that direction. "Not sure yet, really," he admitted, smiling over the fact that he was excited over that truth, "Just... on. To something better. Something.. else." Penn paused, feeling his good mood slipping slightly. He shook his head and strengthened his grip. "Kinda hoping the rest'll figure itself out," he added with a confident smirk.