Gyrfalcon's Keep fresh off the bus

the fox skittered in place and lakhos thought he would have the upper hand for sure now. and then he hit the ice just beneath the powder snow. it was too perfect, his luck was simply too good, and some karmatic justice scale tipped completely out of his favor.
his feet went out from under him in an instant, dumping him face first into the snowbank directly before where he would have needed to jump—very fox-like, at that—to pounce and strike his decided prey.
the stones beneath him betrayed him and that slight change in terrain was enough to knock the him out of his sails. the fox had ample opportunity to get away now and he knew it; he couldn't get his legs back beneath him fast enough to save his life had it depended on it.

no need to apologize, all my threads are open! i got a msg that acheron won't be joining us now so it's just us unless someone else flies in at some point lmao.