Lone Star Mountain Misstep Into Misfortune

For @Talewi 

To say that it was rare for Zephyr to wander from the Vale nowadays would be the understatement of the century -- sure, he had his fair share of wandering from the group, but today he'd actually gone to his First wolves and told them he would do some mental mapping of the areas just around the Vale, for his own -- but nonetheless it was good to be out. He dreaded feeling a sense of freedom upon leaving, and to his slight surprise but great joy, he didn't: unfortunately this was hindered by the feeling of anxiety he felt of being away from the group, and though it was nice to see something new, he couldn't wait to get back home. 

The snow footed brute trapised his way around Lone Star Mountain carelessly, at ease among the rocky ground and cold scents around him. Oh, how he missed ruling atop his own mountain -- memories of Shadowfax land came flooding to mind, and in a moment of confusion the Maverick stepped as if he was picking his way down the own gentle slope of his mountain. This, obviously, did not bode well, and though he fell forward to land awkwardly on his paw, twisting an ankle and yelping in pain, he was lucky to only tumble a couple of feet. His right foreleg throbbed with heat, and for the moment Zephyr only shifted to lay on his side to lap gently at where slight swelling was already beginning to rise -- though he liked to consiter himselfa caregiver in some good ways, he had yet to learn about herbs, and therefore had no damn clue how to even help this other than staying off of it -- with a grumble. He wouldn't be leaving the Vale anytime soon after this.