Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

He let his head sink to his paws, fighting the pain that pounded at his temples. He wanted to get up, to make sure that Amekaze and Charon and the rest of his family was okay, but when he closed his eyes the blackness was interrupted by a smattering of stars. Dizzy, he peeled his eyelids back quickly, just in time to vomit a small amount of bile onto the tiny sprigs of grass at his feet.

Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, Floki tried to steady himself. He heard a voice and shifted slowly, looking up to see the thrall peering down at him. She didn't look good -- she appeared to be keeping her weight off of her previously injured leg, and there were a series of cuts and scratches indicating that she hadn't had the smoothest journey down the mountain. But she was there, and she was alive, and she was checking on him.

"I'm okay," was his only response, even though he clearly wasn't. "Everyone else...?" he asked hoarsely, feeling panicked again.