Ouroboros Spine la nuit du chasseur [PACK HUNT]

Ooc/|\sorry for inactivity,Got pnuemonia, yo. Also, i don't mind. @Alusia/|\

Gaiban was sitting behind the moose, plural.. Meese? Yeah, that seemed correct. Gaiban was still thinking about the Mabble of Meese, when he slid a tad too close to one of them. Gaiban drunkenly stumbled sideways, trying to keep his balance. He fell sideways, and kept his momentum, and kept sliding toward the moose. When the Moose finally rushed into the frozen water, with a loud sploosh, The moose came down, but one of it's mighty horns caught Gaiban on the way down, knocking him under the water, and, maybe, unconscious. The white-furred teen kicked his legs, as he was pulled under, and away from the hole the moose had made. The water was dark, and Gaiban couldn't see. his air was running low. What was he going to do?!

While he was unconscious, Gaiban dreamt of strange things. Of being acepted. Of being scolded. of being lied to. of being forgiven. And he fucked it up, by being careless. He could have died under that water. How his packmates responded would shape his outcome. Overhead, a final few bubbles emerged, and popped on the surface.