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She seemed surprised, which was fair even though she didn’t actually know Penn Blackthorn well enough to realize how surprising the gesture really was. He had a thing for cripples though, especially ones with a sense of humor. He gave another shrug when she questioned the offer. He hadn’t really meant for her to give it to her pack, but not even Penn was dick enough to say oh well never mind then after she made her intentions known.

”I can help you out if you like,” he offered, since he had nothing else to do, ”I think the gulls are onto my game, though.” He glanced skyward to where a few of the angrier ones were circling, still crying for their lost companion.

Her introduction stole his attention. He looked back towards her and smiled. Haunt. That sounded right. ”I’m…” the hesitation was brief, but the thoughts that flashed through his mind were many and swift before he finished, ”Fox. Foxegrine, if you want it in full. Most prefer the short version.” It wasn’t a lie, but it covered a truth he didn’t particularly want known. Penn Blackthorn was never supposed to return to the Wilds. Fox would instead.