Haunted Wood jailbait jailbreak

Night of November 8th
West corner of the Pit
Open to up to 2 NW wolves! I don't want him getting mobbed.

The days had ticked on by and with the aid of the dark wolves' treatments on his hind leg, it was nearly complete with its mending. It ached a bit when the cold began to settle in around him, but for the most part he could use it. It held his weight adequately; Revui had made sure to work it when nobody was watching them so that it could be of use, although the muscle had begun to wither regardless of effort. It did not help that there as a famine. Even the scraps that the pit wolves were granted came infrequently now.

The night descended earlier and earlier, which was a good sign for Revui. The sky was clear, the stars making themselves known as the hour progressed. It was actually the middle of the afternoon but it was hard to tell, with darkness falling as early as four or five PM (but go figure, wolves don't have clocks so who cares about that). What this meant was, Revui was primed for his escape. He was as energized as he'd ever been — intrigued by the quiet outside of the pit, the lack of evident scents.

He roused himself carefully, as quietly as he could. @Orochi was roosting beneath the overhang with a scrap of something - maybe a bone - and Revui gave the boy a cursory glance as he made his way towards the western sloping side of the pit. The plan had been to train the boy and then help him to escape; however, Revui was feeling especially confident with his improved health, so he thought to make his move. He waited and watched for signs of their captors and when the coast felt clear, he lunged for the ledge.

Revui was a massive creature - he always had been - and even though he was almost back to top condition his leg wasn't ready to bare the weight of his body. He sagged to one side, off-kilter for a second. His shoulder brushed the wall of the pit and he almost lost his footing entirely, but stabilized at the last second while the dust spread around him, the soil loosened by his scrambling. He tried again without pause and managed to break chunks of dirt from the wall, forming a messy series of smaller ledges he might've managed to climb if he was smaller — but when the dust did settle, he glanced from the mess he'd made and then back to the boy.

With a grunt he tried to garner the kid's attention. If they moved fast then maybe —