Sunspire Mountains Round Peg, Square Hole (Joining Thread)

Of course it had to happen to Itheril. Of freakin' course. The large ebon wolf sighed heavily, letting his head fall upon his crossed forepaws, wondering why the universe had condemn him so. It must of been because of his good looks, he figured. Or handsome face. Or unwavering charisma. One of those. It was the only explanation why he was wedged, headfirst, halfway into a small cavern in the side of some big freakin' mountain, the tastiest-looking rabbit he'd ever set eyes on trapped, but just out of reach.

It sat there, staring at him. The fat, white rabbit was either terrified, or taunting Itheril. Probably taunting him, he figured, grunting softly as he tried once again to pull himself forward. He didn't budge. Bloody mountain caverns, he thought to himself, never big enough for strapping young wolves like me. Save the fact that it was his large, ample gut that was currently keeping the ebony wolf wedged in the side of the mountain, like some weird novelty wolf-ass cork in a bottle of wine.

Itheril growled once more, hindpaws digging into the rocky ground outside in yet another attempt to stuff himself in; all he succeeded in was causing his raised backside to wobble side to side, footpaws clicking against the stone. The wedged wolf stared daggers at the rabbit. I know you're laughing, you ass, he thought to himself, But just you wait...you'll be in my belly before long, or my name isn't Itheril Grimus Kar.

That was his hope, anyways. The long journey South had taken its toll on the famished creature...in a manner of speaking. He'd been forced to hunt for himself ("The indignation!"), dig his own shelter against the cold ("The
malfeasance of nature!"), or horror upon horrors, not have anyone to chat to. A day prior to arriving at the base of this mountain, however, he'd finally caught a scent of fellow wolves. Reckoning whoever the pack was would leap at the chance to recruit a handsome, charming, talented wolf of his stature, he'd journeyed further into their territory. Then he got whiff of the rabbit, a chase ensued...and now he had expertly cornered the rabbit.

He'd also gotten himself stuck in the side of the mountain, large, ebon posterior sticking up in the air.