The Paaren
Korg woke first, a painful howl emerging from his wind-burnt lips as he attempted to stand on a badly sprained, or broken, leg. He collapsed and looked to his right. He had tumbled into darkness, and Kavi had been with him. That sparked a frantic search in a night so black he could see nothing. "Kavi! Kavi, where are you?"
A moan followed by grunts caught Korg's attention. He struggled, reaching for the sound that he hoped was coming from his son. "Is that you?"
Kavi shook his head as he gained consciousness, and panic claimed his voice. "Father, are you all right?"
"Hurt my leg. I think it's only sprained, but it will be a while before I can walk normally.”
Korg felt his way toward Kavi’s voice, not daring to stand and walk while he couldn't see; there was no sense in risk
