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This was idiotic, by every definition of the word. He'd run out on them. He'd made it look like an accident--like he'd gotten lost or like something had happened to him that prevented him from coming home to them. Coming back to the Wilds now and not returning to them? How would he ever explain that? Completely idiotic.

Unfortunately, Penn Blackthorn knew himself to be an idiot. So, here he was again.

He couldn't explain even to himself just why he'd chosen to return. A smarter wolf, one more in tune with their thoughts and feelings and not in constant denial that they had such things, would've realized he was homesick. Penn didn't recognize that he even had a home, though. So, he was baffled--or he would've been had he put his mind to it. Which, he did not. Thinking just complicated things. He wanted nothing to do with that.

He at least wasn't so stupid as to go near Brecheliant. He kept along the coast as he returned to familiar territory. He was content to along the shorelines he'd frequented in his youth, chasing seagulls he'd probably chased before.