Firefly Ravine distant

@Gundham

his friend has flown off somewhere, perhaps exploring or searching for food, and inexplicably he feels lonely. it makes no sense to him; tack is almost always near, keeping him company much of the time, and what use does he have for other wolves anyway? he can't speak, and sometimes it seems an impossible barrier to breach. not least because there are no fewer thoughts swimming around in his head than before, begging to be released somehow.
in his angst, he fails to pay as much attention as he probably ought to, and the consequences come swiftly. he stumbles briefly over a rock — a minor error, but unfortunately not the end of it. he puts a foreleg out to steady himself, and his paw slips over the uneven terrain, twisting painfully as he stumbles again. all his weight shifts onto that paw for a second, jammed into an awkward position against another rock, and a yelp slips from the golden mayfair. he's quick to yank his paw away, holding it in the air and sucking in a deep, shaking breath. pain lances through his paw and up his leg. it can't be broken, he thinks, but he's certainly injured himself. a low, breathy whine accompanies his next exhale, and he's still for a few moments, contemplating his next move.