Mount Apikuni it's not a problem if you're awesome at it.

The initial rush faded quickly, leaving Penn's mind open to let the melancholy creep back in. He sucked in a breath and began to look around, trying to discern a safe path down and away from the mountain. He was hopeful he might find another hole somewhere to go lie in, even though he could now see the flaw in that plan. He'd just have to pick a sturdier hole.

He was about to stand and start making his way when he heard someone call to him. Penn paused and blinked through the rain, spotting the dark wolf not too far. The question made him smirk, and he felt some familiar sense of himself come creeping back in. "Yeah, you could say that," he called back, "I was nearly buried under that shit." Which is generally not something to brag about, but there was a tone of smug pride underlying his words in a way that was so very... Blackthorn of him.