Blackfoot Forest BWP3: Let me go out with a bang!

The sound of Kazimir's voice slipped through the din of stomping hooves; the words would not translate for him until much later, when the adrenaline had worn off and he'd had a decent handful of hours to sleep. For now, while the immediate terror propelled him to stampede with just as much volatility as the herd, Mesa was practically choking on each breath and forcing his limbs to churn and kick the dirt as he sought safety somewhere away from the chaos.