First random encounter with wolves, I charged right in. Seconds later, it's "I'm about to get wiped out, let's quit and go to bed" (it was late).
Second random encounter with wolves, I picked them off one or two at a time. I didn't even know they could overwhelm.
Two nights ago I'm nearing the end of the Werewolves Lair (yeah, I know I'm slow). I'm out in front a bit, cautiously exploring, rest of party hanging back (I'll run back to them if it gets too hot). All of a sudden I'm surrounded by white wolves and shadow wolves and who knows what else. Run!
Wait! I'm flat on my back, being chewed to bits, can't get up. What's this--overwhelm?? Ouch, that hurts. Leave my face alone. Let go of me! I thought that's what my Marbari was supposed to do to bad mages. Helllp!
Morrigan, heal me. Leliana, toss me some potions. Quick. And Alistair, get this wolf off me, now!
I was lucky. Idiot me, I know better than to wander too far ahead.
What did I think? Awesome! That was fun! Thanks, Bioware. (But let's not do that again, OK?)