Blacktail Deer Plateau Rock n' roll

Peregrine spent the morning doing his second favorite thing (playing with his kids was his very favorite past time these days): hunting. With the ranks as full as they were, he made a point to replenish the emptiest caches, then set about establishing two new stockpiles. Squirrels, rabbits, groundhogs and their ilk all found their way into these shallow graves. Each time his body count rose, Peregrine felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

Even as he toiled, his mind kept going back to Lasher and their recent conversation. At first, his preoccupation bothered him and he felt a bit disgusted with himself. As the morning wore on toward afternoon, he gave up on berating himself. He was curious, that was all. He let his thoughts linger on the ocher male, even allowing his mind to venture into some decidedly foreign and forbidden territory...

Driven to distraction, Peregrine didn't realize the ground beneath his feet was giving way until he was already tumbling down the plateau's southeastern slope. The ground leveled after an initially sheer drop, though it was very rough and rocky. The Alpha male remained conscious, though when his large body made impact, he felt and heard something snap in his left foreleg. The pain rendered black spots in his vision.

He lay there for several minutes, then slowly sat upright. His body ached and he knew he must have about a thousand cuts and bruises beneath his coat. There were burdocks and bits of grit stuck in his fur. Even the corner of his mouth was bleeding where he'd accidentally bitten his lip. Shit... was his only coherent thought as he attempted to ascertain the damage, his attention eventually focusing on his forelimb.

Fortunately, he couldn't see his bone sticking through his skin, yet his foreleg was clearly broken; it dangled at a very peculiar angle. Furthermore, it hung from the end of his leg like a dead thing. He shook his leg very briefly, then hissed at the absolute agony and stopped. He felt his stomach drop even as he thought, There goes my hunting career, right down the tubes... or the side of the plateau, rather...

Glaring balefully at the small rock slide, Peregrine eventually sucked in a breath and howled for the pack's tried-and-true Healer. "Blue Willow," he called, somehow managing a sense of humor despite the pain that made him grimace, "I've fallen and I can't get up!"