Sheepeater Cliff Outrunning karma, that boy, he's such a charmer

The dwarf was lucky that day. The drop wasn't too far and upon landing, Ramsay didn't roll enough to plunge over the much higher cliff waiting below. Fire blossomed along his flank where the ram's rack had hit him and with a quiet groan he blacked out, oblivious from that point on to what was transpiring above. His last conscious thought was that he hoped the slight white wolf got clear of here. He would hate to have done something rash for no reason.