Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

His need for the blood of their enemy almost outweighed his own sense of self-preservation. Almost. Dash wasn't completely careless on the mountain, knowing when to take his time in certain places, and knowing when he could stretch his body out and really gain some speed. With the rain, however, those moments were few and far between. He growled as the pair seemed to be gaining distance from the hunting party, which had giving up their goat in favor of the two retreating wolves. 

He watched as the pair reached the base of the mountain, knowing they could gain better ground on level land, but then, so could he. Suddenly, a bright light and a loud noise had Dash scrambling. He had no idea what just happened, but suddenly all he could see was white, and his ears hummed an odd noise. He could no longer hear the rain, though he could feel it pelting him. He whined, coming to a sudden stop as his eyes darted around, trying to make sense of why he could no longer see the world around him. He turned in circles, back and forth, but his two senses were obviously down.