Dragoncrest Cliffs it puts you in a situation where you're made to feel dumb.

After his run-in with Ibis's daughter, Penn had gone as far from the Caldera as he could (while still staying within the confines of the game map). He'd needed time to process what he'd learned, which honestly hadn't taken him very long. After all, how long do you need to think about something painful before deciding to just not think about it? For Blackthorns everywhere, it's around 3 hours. Less if you're full-blooded.

After a couple weeks of wandering, Penn found himself up North near the coast. It was not the first time, nor was it likely to be the last. He had a habit of always ending up near the ocean, or lakes, or sometimes really big ponds. A scent trail drove him to thread his way through a miserably poke-y and bramble-y wood and out into fresh air once again, where he promptly lost the scent.

Annoyed, he decided to do something more idiotic with his time and began nosing about the borders of some pack he'd stumbled upon. Winter was well upon him now, but Penn still had no intention of actually finding a pack to help him survive the season. He was driven by equal parts curiosity and boredom. His was a reckless sort, though, and so he wandered closer to the borders than he ought without actually going over. Like the Price is Right.