He had moved north from the strange spring nestled within the forest, glad to leave its grasping branches behind. Keeping the mountain to his right, he hoped to come upon some way to get around it, not wanting to take the risk of going over it. At the very least the trees provided some protection from the elements, whereas he would be at the mercy of the wind and rain if he trekked up the mountain, and being a wolf that was easily cold, he felt it best to stick to lower ground.
Wrynn grunted as he heaved himself over a fallen tree, but misjudged how low the ground was on the other side due to the steepness of the forest, and found himself scrabbling desperately with all four paws to stay upright. A few moments later he fell face-first and head over heels with a yelp that cut off suddenly as he fell onto his back, the wind knocked fully out of his lungs. He lay there dejectedly, staring up at the tree canopy with a grimace as he attempted to regain his breath, his soft gasps too quiet to be heard over the rushing wind.