Falling

Kai perched precariously over the edge of the falls, transfixed by the water. The way the water poured down the falls, carving out natural pools in the surface of the rocks, wasn't the only thing that intrigued him. No, he was more interested in the colors - the late evening sun, slipping below the horizon, cast a strange reflection on the rocks and water. The color was shifting between orange and pastel pink, reflecting the color of the sky as night slowly fell. While Kai was an appreciator of beauty, he spent a lot more time looking at the beauty of wolves rather than that of nature, but this sight was just too damn pretty. And he decided he owed himself a nice, long -

He'd been pushing himself slightly toward the edge and suddenly he lost his balance, slipping over the edge of the falls. He flipped forward first, his hindquarters smacking down hard against a rock that jutted out slightly, and next he felt his head smack hard against something, and then his world went black.

Of course, Kai wouldn't go down that easily. A few hours later he roused from unconsciousness, feeling sore and bruised - mostly his ego, but also his ass and head too. Likewise he was absolutely soaked, and he marveled for a moment that he hadn't drowned somehow. Grumbling and slowly pulling himself upright (how he hadn't broken anything he had no idea), he trudged out of the water and gave himself a good shake, torn between being grateful he was alive or just annoyed he'd ruined a perfectly good evening by passing out.