Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

It seemed like he was falling forever, and yet the ground rushed up to meet him all too quickly. Floki landed on his shoulder, his left front leg pinned beneath him. Immediately, despite the pain that threatened to nearly knock him unconscious, he knew that something was broken -- he just had to hope that it wasn't as bad as it felt. His body ached all over and he could feel bruises blooming beneath his skin; he lay quietly and let the rain patter on his face for a long few minutes, the commotion from above seeming far away.

There was a howl; he identified it as belonging to Filth and he lifted his muzzle just long enough to try to reply. His throat was scratchy and tight, and the sound that resulted was barely loud enough to carry up the mountainside. Suddenly, the sky was illuminated with a brilliant flash of lightning. He could almost hear the air sizzling with electricity, and panic rose within him. His pack -- his family -- was still up there. Had the lightning struck near them?

He struggled to his feet, wincing and inhaling sharply at the attempt to put weight on his injured leg. Pulling it up against his chest, he peered blearily up at the rainwashed slope, knowing that there was no way he could climb back up. A wave of nausea hit him and he sank back down slowly. The only consolation was the dead goat's carcass lying in a mangled heap nearby.