Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

It was probably fortunate for Penn that the wolf who caught him attempting to cross the borders uninvited was blind, since it meant he never exactly got caught. He hadn't gone more than a few steps into the territory before he spotted her downwind, so it wasn't like he'd super trespassed. Only a little. Still, he froze like a criminal the moment his eyes landed on her.

He'd tried to tell himself that seeing her again wouldn't be a big deal. Their blow out had been so long ago, who even remembered what it had been about? (Penn did). All the mental coaching and reasoning in the world couldn't have left him unaffected by this moment, though. And once again, it was fortunate she couldn't see because he would've flung himself right off a cliff if she could've seen those few moments he stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, just staring at her.

Penn swallowed thickly, promptly grimacing once again over the taste of the greenery (or what had been green) in his mouth. The bitterness was enough to snap him out of his head and suddenly, he found himself moving towards her. He reached out and drew his ego close to him, using it like a shield he wrapped around himself. By the time he reached her, his swagger was back and he was grinning his usual grin as he tossed the bundle in her direction.

"I thought you were supposed to be bedridden," Penn commented as he settled back onto his haunches in the snow, suppressing a shiver, "I got those from the coast. I don't know if they're the same ones you were all interested in on our trip, but it's about the best that can be found these days."