Qeya River dignity broke the fall.

As much as he tried to gain control of his panic, all he managed to do was to flatten himself against the ground like a wolf skin rug. It was somewhat comforting, though not enough to let him think about taking any real action. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that he just needed to settle down and regain the ability to think clearly. Once he managed that, he could figure out what to do. It would be okay. But he would walk away from this experience knowing one thing for sure--settling down was the hardest part.

Frost jerked violently when he heard another's voice, spinning to face the creature that had come upon him. It wasn't a wolf. It was.. it was a big thing. His eyes widened in fear, but his head canted a little in curiosity. What was this animal? It was terrifying, yes, but also... interesting. It was Frost's interest that stopped him from running, and that also stopped him from being quite so afraid. Whatever this giant wolf was, Frost sensed it meant him no harm. And he was young and naive enough to let that be enough.

"No," Frost answered, his voice small and quivering. He shrank back into the ground nervously, though he did feel a tiny bit calmer now that he was distracted by his curiosity.