Bramblepoint Lost... Again.

Peering around for some clue as to where he was, attempting to obscure the very obvious fact of the matter: He was lost. Again. 

With attention divided between mind and feet, he failed to notice the subtle signs of a the forrest ground giving way. His mind didn't quite catch up to reality before he was tumbling down the slope, feet and mind all tumbled together. 

*crunch* 

The sound of the dry wood cracked as his body came to an abrupt halt by the tree stump. He got up quick. It didn't really hurt, not on the body. Being a young wolf, a tumble like that didn't do that much. Being a clumsy wolf, this wasn't his first tumble by a long shot. 

It hurt his line of thought, being tumbled around like that. It hurt his sense of direction. And his pride - whatever little he had left. 

He peered around, eyes darting, taking in quick wiffs of the smells around him, searching desperately for something that could help to disprove what would be terribly obvious to any neutral observer:

He was lost. Again.