Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Hearing the chuff, Niita's ears turned towards it to be followed by her head. A few feet away stood Steady, as large as ever though he appeared much bigger from her spot on the ground. 

Their last meeting hadn't gone so well, at least towards its closure it hadn't. Niita had opened up a bit, played with him and seemed to make a friend. Suddenly he had seemed to shut down, leaving Niita to believe whatever had happened rested solely on her shoulders. 

The girl sent him a smile, her sweet nature hoping to push the odd ending of their play aside and start again. "Hi, Steady. Whatcha up to?" She got up, moving to stand in front of him.