Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

It was Fig's intervention that really allowed Penn to slip out from Bronco's grasp, but not before he had the satisfaction of drawing blood. He darted a few feet to put some space between himself and the other two wolves and looked back over his shoulder. He shook with rage at the look Bronco was giving him, but was tempered a bit by the look on Figment's face. It was a mix of desperation and concern, though he knew it wasn't concern for him. Just concern for what he was going to do next.

Penn could've told them what he knew, but in the end, he decided it wouldn't do them any good anyway. They were both useless at tracking, so what did it matter that they knew which direction she'd gone? Besides, fuck them both, especially Bronco. Mindless, stupid beast that he was. His glare slid easily into a smirk as he lifted his head. "Well then," he drawled, "Fuck you, and good luck."

With that, he turned and cantered off at an easy pace that would certainly increase if someone tried to come after him. He was done with these morons, and a little bit done with his concern over Fennec too since having it obviously lead to him having to deal with the bunch of assholes that made up her family.