Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

These two were idiots.

Penn had become pretty good at sneaking and eavesdropping since he'd come West to stalk the Caldera and its neighbors. His own searches for Fennec had yielded him no results, but he hadn't spent too much time just blindly scouring the land for any trace of her. Like Fig, he wanted to know more about her story before he bothered (which he had to begrudgingly give the guy). He was confident he at least knew more about where she'd gone than these morons--he'd tracked her heading East, though the trail had eventually gone cold for him. But, curiosity drew him back. He needed more of a lead to help him. Some way to better understand what had gotten into her fool head to make her leave in the first place.

What made the stalking easy was that so few actually paid attention to the trails they were leaving and how easy they were to follow. He'd come across Figment's headed North through Bramblepoint and had followed him from there. When he'd stopped at the Glen, Penn had taken care to creep forward only slowly, keeping himself hidden. It had cost him much of the conversation, but he'd gotten near enough to hear some snippets, and to hear all of Fig's last. He didn't know what Bronco was being haunted by--something about a den and a cave and... oh, who cared. It was Figment's response that clued him in and finally made him step forward to reveal himself.

"Seriously? You lost a blind wolf?" Penn drawled as he sauntered forward with a smirk, "Do you know how ironic that is?"