Dawnlark Plains this isn't like swimming after you eat.

Penn huffed a laugh at the other male's comment. He wondered if they would remember him, or if their memories didn't work the way they did for wolves. He suspected they were probably too dumb to remember it long-term. They wouldn't forget to be wary around wolves, but probably they'd forget about Penn specifically being a wolf to look out for. A shame, really. He supposed he'd just have to remind them again one day.

He turned to his companion when he started speaking again, his attention reclaimed. "Penn Blackthorn," he replied, then grinned, "And it's not a death wish. Just boredom, though I can see how you might mistake the two."

A few more pleasantries and quips were exchanged before Penn took his leave. He actually was starting to get hungry, but knew better than to push his luck with the herd that was making its way East. He went North instead to see what trouble he could scrounge up at the coast, marking their trajectory just for his own knowledge.