Redhawk Caldera king of the mountain

The pup did not notice the alien influence coming into the den. It was trying to clamber on top of its mother's shoulder, but such was not an easy feat, it turned out. The pup squirmed in dismay as it did not quite manage to get on top of the shoulder, for it was too straight upward for it to crawl onto, and it could not find purchase to climb.

Seemingly out of the blue, something pushed the pup away from its target of climbing on top of the pleasant warm fur thing. While the touch had been gentle, the pup was startled by the touch and lost its balance. The pup fell down to the ground beside its mother's foreleg, and it had suddenly lost all of the warm fur bits.

However much the pup wanted to find the warm fur back and be rid from this painful terrain around it, the pup did not start to move instantly. Instead it remained on the cold and uncomfortable ground, laying as still as it could. Only the tiny inhales and exhales of its breathing betrayed that the pup was still alive, for it seemed to try to play dead now that its first attempt at discovery of the world around it had been punished.