Ghost Lion Crag And the farmers are losing their focus

Bronco's plan had the greatest of intentions- but as he meandered along, filling in the many tunnel entrances, he began to realize just how many there were- and that there was likely no way he would be able to fill enough that the creatures would then notice, and start to dig their way out. They knew a predator was nearby, and had enough sense to sit tight, for the most part, save for a few who managed to nudge the snow aside enough to create another entrance while the dogged wolf was off filling in other tunnel entrances. Once he began to realize how futile his attempt was, he turned to ask Wraen to help him, rather than staying in wait- but when he turned to address her, her attention was drawn elsewhere with a keen, hunter-like focus. As soon as Bronco saw what she'd spotted, she took off after it. Having trundled his way along the mountainside, he was now too far to be of any help, so he simply let her run off in hopes of catching a better meal for herself. 

He did turn and began making his way back toward where he'd begun, and quickly learnt the error of his ways. Having covered the tunnel entrances with snow, the entire area all looked dishevelled and no longer pocketed by dark tunnel entrances. He picked up a trot, with hopes of catching a better view of Wraen's hunt- when he stepped straight into one of the tunnels he'd previously filled in, and went up to his elbow into the tunnel, bringing him to a halt so abruptly that he slammed his chin on the ground. Growling softly to himself, he pulled his front leg out of the pika's tunnel entrance- at least a bit grateful that any pikas in that area hadn't seen fit to nip at his toes while his foot had been in their living space- and tested his weight on it. He hadn't been trotting too fast when he'd suddenly been tripped up, but his forward momentum had been just enough that he'd wrenched his foreleg a bit with his fall. He grimaced slightly, and rubbed his muzzle along the front of his leg to assess the damage. 

No blood, no breaking- but there was a good three or four inch area between his shoulder and his knee that was sore to the touch, likely bruised fairly badly beneath the skin. The muscles were slightly strained and complained lightly when he began to walk again, so he hadn't been very badly hurt- but he realized, then, that he could have been. Had he taken off running after Wraen, and had he stepped into a tunnel then...He easily could have broken his leg. 

He had a short 'well shit' moment when he realized the danger of the situation he'd created, and began scuffing the ground with his hind feet, kicking snow everywhere and scraping dirt over the snow as well, as a warning to any who passed that way- gopher holes of any kind could actually be dangerous. Lesson learned.