Shadow Mountain This Trecherous Safety

A moment of blackness starburst with pain and she thought he heard a voice. But it was strange and unfamiliar. Where was he? "Ki-valuk?" He asked even though he had grown out of the need to break up the older wolf's name like that for some time now. Perhaps he had taken a kick to the head in the hunt. A face darker than Kivaluk's swam into view, somehow that did not seem right. Massaraq winced, tried to rise but his head swam and he could feel his limbs protesting. Must have been a very large ungulate that kicked him.