Broken Antler Fen Is where you go when you're alone

It was easier not to be mad at him.  Besides, what could he do besides apologize?  She hated gifts, for the most part.  I'm gonna hold this over you, duh, but yeah.  That's pretty much what I wanted.  She didn't bother asking if he meant it, because she knew he did and he'd probably lie anyway.  

She snorted at his next question.  Hardly.  Why pay for that when you'll probably get yourself killed one of these days anyway, stupid?  She replied, smirking.  Besides, I could've just cursed you myself.  He'd made fun of her insistence in the past, so she didn't know if he'd buy the whole 'witch' thing she was doing with herself nowadays, but she found she didn't mind.  There was a time when she'd been pretty damn enamored with Penn, a time when she'd defended him against pretty much anyone else who tried to give him shit.  Much as she might have forgiven him, that time was pretty much done.  The longer he'd been away, and the more she'd tried to run away herself, the more the opinions of wolves like Towhee, Phox, Niamh, Bronco, even Eljay started to matter to her.