Mount Apikuni one: entrance

both body and mind are interrupted by the sudden collision of another form, jolting worms from his disassociative state as he's tumbled to the ground like a rag doll. "hell," a wheeze crushed from winded form, scrabbling against the earth (or perhaps the other form) for a stable hold. it occurs to him he has not heard his voice aloud for some time. it is rough but it fills him with a sense of identity he'd nearly forgot he had.

worms clings to the ground, fur puffed up in comic defense against whatever onslaught has been unleashed on him. "are y'an angel?" the wolfdog asks, dazed, wondering if his attack could smell the wish for death on him and sought to grant it. and if not, what purpose did it serve to go after him, a bag of bones and fur?