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

The woman was stronger than he'd anticipated. She slammed against him, sending tremors through his athletic frame. The taste of blood soon dampened his tongue, but not hers. It was his own, slipping into his mouth from the corner of his lips from the cut he'd felt blister open on his cheek. He twisted again, trying to throw her off of him with his weight, only to fall right in line with her intent.

He heard the steps of the approaching wolf and spun to face her, keeping at least one shoulder turned so he could keep an eye on his initial opponent. The female that approached was younger, but no less fierce. Penn saw what they were trying to do, but not soon enough to have fallen victim to it. Only then, with angry women on either side of him, did it occur to him that his actions may have possibly been the teensiest bit unwise.

It was too late for epiphanies, though, so he made a split second decision and turned his chin down to tuck it protectively against his chest before barreling straight forward, hoping to gain more favorable ground. Penn Blackthorn may have been an idiot, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew the odds were never really in his favor, least of all when he was outnumbered. He was small, built for speed over strength. Unfortunately, that had never stopped him from getting into situations where strength would've been soooo much more beneficial, such as this one.