[SierraHigh]

Baird was careful during hunting season, he was known to be overly careful most hunts, but this time around, Baird found himself in a dire predicament. In the arctic, it was difficult to keep track of things. Footsteps became covered quickly, one could get drawn into a lethargic haze simply by staring at the same white, empty terrain for hours, and when you were so far out, reconnecting with your hunting party if you got separated was nearly next to impossible, and the latter was just what had happened to Baird. A half hour had gone by, or maybe an hour, he wasn't sure, and Baird was trudging his way through the snow, bits of ice stinging his face as the sun began to set and the arctic winds grew in strength. Baird had his full bag of equipment on and was protected by layers of clothes, but at this rate, if he didn't get back to town within the next hour or so, he'd be in trouble. He'd lost track of just which way he was going and calling out for his teammates brought nothing, and nearly at the end of his rope was when it happened - he'd stepped into a slight opening that parted the icy ground below him, and the earth fell out from under his feet.

Baird clumsily tumbled down the surprise incline in the terrain, rolling over and over and over again until he came to a stop at the bottom of the small ravine. Above him, he could make out the blurry sight of the wind and snow blowing over the crack he'd fallen into. Nothing felt broken, but his head was pounding and he could barely see around him. Baird tried to move his legs but a sudden pain spiked up them and through his spine and he inhaled sharply, suddenly worried that something might actually be wrong. He threw his head back against his backpack, whining pathetically as he wondered if this would be the end for him.