His paws scrabbled over stone and dead grass as his body careened over the land, flying as quickly as his legs could muster. Heart pounding and eyes wide with horror, he was fully immersed in his role, could actually feel the adrenaline beating thicker than blood through his body. Tears were even present at the corner of each expanded pool of gold. He was the picture of a traumatized, desperate child as he broke through the boundaries and into the heart of the pack's territory.
"Help!" his raw voice screamed as he sought wildly for Kajika or Tagg or any other of the adults, "Somebody help!"
It would be pure luck if he could gather the pack before the coyotes found what he had abandoned, bloody and broken yards beneath that empty eagle's nest.