Moonspear Are there mountains that surround us?

He didn't hit his head hard enough to lose consciousness, thankfully, but there was a sickening pain there, and the blow had it bleeding. Even miserable, he knew he couldn't stay here, but moving seemed impossible.

The option of going with hadn't even crossed his mind; Liffey hadn't offered, and he had given his word. To a wolf who couldn't even lie to save his own life, breaking that wasn't an option. He was here for good now, come hell or high water. But much of the optimism he had found in that decision, an answer that had likely kept him alive, was walking freely away and out of his life. That was the part that he was having the hardest time with; he knew how this worked, and he thought he knew Charon by now well enough. Liffey and Rannoch would not be able to come anywhere near here now, and he couldn't leave. It was likely he would never see her again.

He was in a full on funk by the time Dune came upon him, but the wolf's touch brought him back sharply to himself. He growled instinctively, both in hurt and fear, and turned to snap. But as soon as he saw his packmate, he stopped, and the growl trailed into a plaintive whine as his ears splayed apologetically and apprehensively.