Porcupine Ridge they call holidays an option for a reason,

As if things couldn't get more fucked (and with the appearance of a second man, fucked indeed they were), the ground beneath his paws began to tremble. And tremble a lot. Verx held steady, rooting himself in place, but a new sensation washed over him -- dread. He thought of Blodreina, crushed by rocks. The kids had already lost their mother, basically. They couldn't lose him, too!

It subsided, only for Caiaphas to fire another shot his way. He bristled even more, nearly drooling with the ferocity of his snarl. Nomajoka, Verx spat, losing the common tongue in his rage. I'll fucking rip your heart out, you soulless cunt.

He was preparing himself for a lunge, the other pair of wolves forgotten, when more rumbling broke out. More intense, this time. He heard a loud crack above, and raised his eyes to see rocks ranging in size from puny to substantial beginning to roll their way down the slope, some of them smashing into trees in their wake. Certain doom, for all who stood here.

Verx looked at Caiaphas, thinking this some sort of cosmic comeuppance. He wasn't going to fall to the same fate as Blodreina, anyway.

And then he pivoted abruptly, and did something Vercingetorix had never done before in his life:

He began to run away.