Black. It was the same as when he'd got knocked out. Blinking his eyes and trying to move, Waasi found himself stuck fast in the snow. He growled softly and snapped at the slowly brightening scenery, his teeth meeting nothing but frozen water. It hurt his canines and he whined, licking his nose to try to take to sting away. He began to move his paws, making a little space for him to breathe a bit better. Which way was up? It was hard to tell. No matter how much he moved he couldn't get his bearings so, rather than panic, he fell silent. His years as a war king in his old pride had taught him that panicking was the worst thing you could do in any situation.
Finally, as he strained his ears, he heard voices. They were coming from below him somehow, and it clicked that he was upside down. Struggling to dig a bit, he began to bark and yip and call out for help. Snow fell in his mouth and he spat it out, not wanting to drown in the stuff. The more he dug, the more it fell on his face, so he finally fell still, resorting to yelling to get help. The snow around his mouth melted, dripping water onto his face. That, at least, he could drink. Lapping it up, he paused in his yelling to see if anyone had heard him. It seemed like someone had, because now there was a scraping sound above him.
As whoever it was dug, more snow fell on his face, and he growled softly. He knew he'd have to deal with it for the time being: at least someone had found him. He continued to call out to let his savior know that he was there, alive, and waiting to be set free. Finally daylight broke through and a shadow hovered above him, pausing before helping to dig him the rest of the way out. Waasi struggled to emerge, finally shaking himself free of his prison. He glanced around and noticed he wasn't the only one to have been buried in the snow: about half the lions and other creatures looked covered in the stuff. He shivered slightly and shook himself once more, licking his lips as he glanced down at the tomb in the ground. It was at least his height in depth, and he shuddered to think of what might have happened if no one had found him.
He gave his thanks to those that had helped before slinking away. He didn't need anyone to ask him how he was doing. He just wanted to get off this blasted mountain and down onto the hot savanna. He'd never complain about being too warm again, he was certainly. Sticking his tail in the air as he left, he kicked up a bit of snow to toss back at the mountain. Good riddance. He'd never come back here if he could help it.
(Just needed to get this post in so he could have the RPs count towards breeding X3)
