Shadow Mountain Vhenan Aravel

Though he followed swiftly, Varian allowed a decent distance to hold between them, making it especially jarring to witness as the wolf seemingly dropped off the ridge out of view. A strained whine escaped his chest as his paws fought for grip on the icy rocks, desperately trying to halt his momentum before he reached the edge. Of course it was far too late for correction, and he quickly stumbled down to where the other sat in a similar yet far more controlled manner, tripping over his feet once or twice before regaining his balance.

The sting in his paw pads was immediate and sharp, small rocks wedged into the tender flesh, leaving him to limp slightly toward the other who, despite suffering quite the wipeout, seemed alright enough at a glance. He stood above the lump of fur, just close enough to loom without entirely caging him. That was so fucking unnecessary. Varian's words left him in panted breaths, stained by an obvious irritation he had no real right in expressing. What the hell did you even run for? I wasn't gonna do anything..