Shadow Mountain i knew what would happen, 'cause honey the vermin survive

A familiar voice cuts through the darkness, slicing into his thoughts with a cold abruptness. He turns his head only slightly before the startle reaction kicks in, muscles tensing and then abruptly tossing him away from the apparent danger —
Out of the frying pan and directly into the fire. He falls for a moment, then hits stone, first on one side and then on the other when he rebounds against the opposite wall of the crevice. The crack of his head echos once, twice over the rocky terrain, red painting the stone on the second round. He goes limp against the uneven meeting of dirt and rocks beneath him. Warm blood wells through his fur quickly, pouring into his eyes within seconds, and he curses softly past the ringing in his ears. The sky stretches over him like a deep blue void, freedom lurking just out of reach for the small wolf. Of course it'd be fucking Daighre to put him in this situation.