Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

Peter tumbled down the slope like a small boulder and his fall came to a halt, when his body hit a massive tree that had happened to be in his way. There was silence for a long time, while the little boy lied there unmoving and a painful whine followed every time he exhaled. With his head feeling heavy and spinning, the cub got to a sitting position and swaying with a slighlty disoriented eyes looked around. There was a bit of blood trickling from his nostrils and, when the "itch" was not bearable anymore, the boy sneezed.