Broken Antler Fen if you were church, i'd get on my knees.

Interesting.  Did he choose them, or did another?  Bridget assumed maybe a combination of the two.  Wolf of many faces, she answered laughingly.  She liked the sound of it.

She also appreciated that Penn seemed to have the the same easy manner she did when it came to talking with strangers.  Sometimes she had to do a little work, but this time there wasn't any awkward to it.

Good to know they appreciate some freedom of movement.  Bridget had been thinking it might be nice to explore a bit more of their new home.  She'd appreciated their time as loners, in spite of the constant worry over her companions, because she'd been able to see so many new places.

My friends and I came from another pack, one that broke apart.  She shrugged.  It was a good group!  But not meant to last.  There wasn't... y'know? That feeling.  Though didn't have much of that in my first home either.  There was no bitterness to it, just a friendly amusement.  She'd been a little shit as a kid, so she couldn't blame them too much.