Moonsong Glacier i'll just cut my losses

so he was trespassing. oh. the pack is small and obviously not well established yet. now he just felt kind of weird. his ears pan outward in a display of something along the lines of remorse. sorry about that.
and now came the classic question from strangers; what are you doing here? what are you doing with your life, peregrine? why are you such a fucking bum? wandering. stalling. my dad, um, i found out my dad has replaced me with someone else's family. so i don't really have anywhere to go. he tries not to think of how happy he had been to see him.
had he hands, he would have pulled a fresh cigarette from his half-crushed pack of newports and lit it with the practiced stroke of a lighter. sorry, um, i'm peregrine.