It was not with dignity that the Ice King fell, but with the raw panic of a trapped prey. Time seemed to slow as the ground came closer, until finally he hit it with a dull thud and knew that he was trapped. Air rushed out of his mouth in a grunt, followed by a gasp as he desperately tried to refill his empty lungs. Paws, stained with the dirt of a creature dwelling in a forest, rested upon his side, a heavy weight to keep him down, right side cradled by the soft green moss. His left eye rolled up, briefly fastening on the dark sky before finding the outline of the massive wolf. No regular wolf would dare attack Mauja and get away with it, but this was not a regular wolf, it was a beast of the darkness and the noise of its growl rumbling through the night was enough to make the fallen unicorn thrash. Breathing heavily through gritted teeth the desire to fight and survive broke through the stunned haze of terror, and he struggled frantically against the wolf's weight, trying to roll over so he could get up, but how could he possibly succeed when the thing weighed just as much as he did? Nor could he reach it, even as he lifted his head off the ground, and with every passing beat of his heart, every breath slipping in and out of wide nostrils, the rim of white around his eyes grew brighter. He was trapped, well and truly trapped, even as he squirmed and tried to somehow worm his way around so he could kick the wolf's hind legs out from under it using his own...

But a bark rang through the clearing and with a push that shoved Mauja roughly down and forced another grunt of him the massive creature took off, leaving scratch marks upon his dirt-stained shoulder. He wasted no time, took no moment to thank lucky stars or breathe out in relief. As fast as he could Mauja rolled over on his belly and scrambled up, arching his neck so the point of his horn faced Osiris, a clear warning as he tried to get his bearings and put a good ten or so yards between them. He saw the moonlight glitter upon more eyes and teeth, and his memory told him there had been a dragon, and he could smell sulfur in the air.. the beast had spoken, so clearly he was not a barbaric idiot, but what the hell did he want? Breathing rapidly he tried to calm the frenzied thudding of his heart, and for some reason fought down the urge to flee. Now that he was up, surely he could get away if the thing attacked again.. unless he had a grizzly friend hidden nearby. With heaving sides Mauja stood his ground, though restlessly, always shifting his weight or lightly stepping on the spot, ready to bolt. He could only hope this wolf liked to play with his food before he ate it, and that it would allow him time to get away. Should he take just a single step closer.. Mauja would definitely take some backwards, to keep a healthy distance between them. Even he was not a complete moron.