Deepwood Weald i was going to cover that in the hear-me-out portion.

His voice was still echoing between the trees when another joined it, just as loud, though maybe a wee bit more irritable. Penn spun, startled at the sudden interruption to his search. His eyes clapped onto a girl. She didn't appear to be much older than he was, but she was mighty bristly. He blinked at her dumbly as he wondered what she was so pissy about. Had he stumbled into claimed land? He didn't think so, but he hadn't been actively paying attention to that sort of thing so who really knew.

"I'm Penn Fucking Blackthorn," he replied with a quirk of his brow, "Who the fuck are you, Shouty McGrumpy?" It probably wasn't wise to fling sass in the face of a clearly angry stranger, but Penn wasn't afraid. He was too overconfident/not bright enough to be afraid.