Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

As it turned out, there was something that could trigger Penn's instinct for self-preservation. That was a well-aimed kicked at his man parts.

Pain spasmed through him at the attack, and just like that, a switch flipped in Penn's head. In the very next instant, Penn's jaws shot open, wide and snarling right for Bronco. He didn't even think--just reached to lock whatever part of his cousin's face he could between his teeth and tear, regardless of whether it was the other male's nose, his muzzle or, fuck it, his eyes. Instinct drove him now, and pure rage, that he'd be dealt such a low blow just for walking up and starting a conversation (as he saw it).