Sunset Valley fortune days

On a mountain that did not like them there. How foreboding, he thought, and wondered after what it was that made a mountain grow angry with those living among its stones. It almost seemed unreal, the concept daring to fly over his head; yet he could not judge for there were certainly a fair amount of bizarre happenings in the world. Either way it was swiftly moved past as she explained what sort of curiosities brought her out.

The world seemed prone to doing as it pleased, but so did the many denizens of its varied landscape, and he could not quite fathom what it would be like to stay and watch it all change. Better to go and return with fresh eyes and all, that seemed to be his status quo, though admittedly there were places he intended never to return to.

"Has it changed from how you remember it? Perhaps your old hunting grounds thrive," he rejoined with a lick of his chops for effect—he knew where tracks lied but the weather did not permit following them without caution. Large game was also not a wise decision to pursue alone, however tempting.