Redtail Rise sunday night's almost over--i want to go bowling.

Penn hadn't known what to expect the day he'd gone to the Copse to quit his job resign from their ranks. Not just in how the conversations would go, but in what would happen next. He hadn't really thought that far ahead because while he knew that being part of the Firebirds was making him unhappy, he didn't really know what--beyond not being part of the pack--would actually make him happy. The world had busted wide open for him in the moment he'd declared himself a lone wolf, and with Fenn's agreement to accompany him on the venture, he felt more confident and indestructable than ever.

Still. He had no idea what he was doing. And honestly? It was fucking great.

He and @Fennec had spent a good amount of time on the coast, wandering along the shoreline as far as it would take them (until they hit the edge of the map and turned around because I don't know what's past there). They'd spent the night before in a small copse (coincidentally enough) at the base of a flat-topped ridge--a ridge Penn was now trotting along and peering down the edge of while the sun rose at his back.