Something clipped his hind legs, drastically shifting his weight and throwing his footing. His momentum did not cease, however, and whoever it was that had managed to catch up to the adrenaline-fueled boy was just short of catching him. Eros continued forward, out of control but unwilling to admit it. His teeth continued to gnash and his growls filled the air. All he needed was one leg, just like the goose...
The elk's head lowered, the height of it's antlers catching Eros at the legs. One moment he was bracing to collide with the beast's bulk, the next he was in the air - nothing touching him at all.
His widened eyes saw only greyish white light, an obscured sun illuminating a dismal sky. For a split second, it was as though time had stopped and he was floating, suspended in a void. Then his ears filled with wind and he squeezed his eyes shut tight before his body hit the snow, feet away from the scuffle he had incited.
Luckily for the young wolf, the snow was deep and relatively soft where he landed. It enveloped him after his body punched through the crisp icy coating, muffling all sound and enveloping him in a cold that did not take long to start seeping past his fur and into his skin. Stunned, he laid without moving, struggling not to think about the pain that finally was starting to register.