Aryan was still rolling rapidly on the ground, and before he had time to stop his roll, he fell into a gap in the ground. It was like a chasm of two cliffs close together, less than three feet wide but very, very deep.
The condition of the long ravine is not visible from above because of the thickness and height of the grass on both sides.
Three Grass Wolves came to the brink, all three growlings, snarlings that even one of them tried to reach Aryan who had fallen and seemed to be stuck a few feet below, between the two cliffs.
The young man winced against the pain in his chest and back which was wedged between two cliffs. He wasn't worried about the Grass Wolves, he was more afraid if he got deeper and deeper, he'd be stuck there forever.
He tried to move, and that made him sink even deeper, desperately trying to stop his fall.
