Duskfire Glacier N is for anywhere and anytime at all

Smush gagged, then gasped for breath. Meanwhile, he forgot all about keeping his wings outstretched and his center of gravity flew out the window. He dropped like a stone, slowly revolving so that he was facing the ground as it rushed up to meet him. He entered a wild tailspin, still choking, but managed to flap his wings at the penultimate moment to avoid a fatal impact with terra firma.

Not two seconds after eluding death, Smush slammed headfirst into something soft and bounced, flopping onto the ground with an unceremonious thump. The accident-prone bat groaned. He was flat on his back, wings spread crookedly. He couldn't breathe but that was because the wind had been knocked out of him. Somewhere in there, he'd finally managed to swallow the mosquito... into his lung, at least.

Beady eyes rolled in his head before sticking on a shadowy figure looming over him. It was a wolf. "Did I just smack into your butt?!" Smush squawked, groaning as he reached one webbed hand up to rub at his head. His brain felt like mush.