Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

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Time - around 6 am | Weather - overcast | Notes; Anyone needing a medic trade thread, you're welcome to hop in! I rolled for the outcome of his injury and hunt. Moderate injury, not severe. I changed to a Fox instead of a Opossum because those things are dumb and play dead. Apologies for the lenght.

The sun peaked out from under the horizon and a wolf was there to welcome it, Rye sat beside a tree and watched as the sun rose into the sky in an astonishing array of colors. Once the sun was halfway above the horizon, Rye set out to the neighboring forest to scare some hare out of their burrow or maybe catch a marten or two lurking in bushes and shrubs. As he jogged to the woods Lane surfaced in his mind and encompassed his thoughts. Their tender embrace had yet to leave his mind, instead stubbornly hanging around like a fruit fly living off week old dry fruit. Where was she now? He wondered, more worried about her than he ought to be. Then there was Tzila. He was curious to know where she was as well, they hadn't talked since their fling and Rye was starting to think she was upset with him. A problem for another time he told himself. With two females pregnant, came with it far more lives to care for and feed and less bodies to hunt. Rye was glad there was an abundance of medics around, including an aspiring medic/midwife such as himself. Although that didn't leave many capable of hunting and left one or two busy tending to expecting mothers. Rye guessed he, Imaq, and maybe Wintersbane would have to pick up the slack. The Hotah male knew the sooner he got to stockpiling all the furs, left over meats and herbs he could find the better it would be for everyone.
Too deep in thought Rye didn't notice he had already crossed into the forest, what woke him from his trance was the scent of a fox. It stopped him in his tracks, his body instinctively lowering as he searched the forest. A small orange fox walked its way into the mans view, the fox's nose twitching as it scavenged for scraps of anything edible. Rye didn't waste any time, his front paws moved tenderly with every footfall and his hind feet stepped in the same spot as the front. To say his stealth was lacking in finesse wouldn't do it justice, so of course he stepped on the only crunchy leaf in the entire damn forest and of course the fox scurried away as fast as its legs could carry it. Rye was quick to give chase, dodging and weaving through the trees, jumping over their roots and, maneuvering around bushes. He was close but the rush of endorphins was waning, he started to feel the burning in his lungs and the ache in his legs. He kept going, inching closer by the second but then in a flash it was gone. The foxes body far more agile than his due to its small size, it darted in another direction entirely but not without cause (other than fleeing). A steep dip in the forest floor was feet away and through the decades of erosion, the walls of the dip were peppered with rocks. Sharp, Obsidian rock.
"Oh shit!" Rye screamed as he tried desperately to keep from sliding down the short dip but his weight combined with his speed coupled together into a deadly slide and by the end something stung. The pain burned white hot as Rye laid at the bottom. Terror gripped him like a vise, he didn't know how bad it was, he didn't want to know how bad it was but he could feel the blood pooling below him. Sickeningly warm, it prompted Rye to move out of the dip but as he tried a searing pain ripped down his right side. He laid against the side of the small pit and looked at his flank as best he could. Fur, blood, and skin caked the long cut and the blood thickly coated his fur directly below the wound. Panic engulfed him as he saw it stretch from his shoulder and curve up to his back, it was long, jagged, and unsightly. Rye tried to get out again but the pain was near unbearable, for the moment all he could do was lay there and bleed.