Broken Antler Fen Is where you go when you're alone

She was saved from his expressions, but his second jibe didn't land quite as well as the first blind joke.  She'd heard him perfectly well, thanks, and it wasn't up to him how she took it.  If he wanted to make this right, he had to do it on her terms.

She wasn't actually prepared for him to... actually do it, though.  Yeah, it sounded like he was gargling cougar piss in the process, but she got an apology out of Penn fucking Blackthorn.  Tell her she wasn't a witch now.

And, funny enough, it really was that simple.  Apology accepted,  she said, previous anger completely evaporating into a (slightly wicked) smile.  The fact that it had sounded excruciating for him helped.  If it was easy, that would have meant he didn't mean it, because a wolf like Penn didn't admit he was wrong often.  

Neither did she.  

So... this is where you live now, huh?  She could guess as much, since he'd pretty well said as much, but she hadn't exactly been listening well the last few times they'd met up.