Mount Apikuni it's burning you alive

Haunter had never been good at deception. He saw no reason for it himself, but had come across many wolves who found it amusing and gratifying in some way—hence his mistrust, though the large female had hardly given him reason to be suspicious. She seemed an honest wolf, just as he, albeit of a slightly different outlook and perception. The black wraith again took a few steps closer so that he could better hear her, noting that her voice was as raspy as his own, but considerably quieter in tone.

The auburn-caped female thought it wise to advise the Creeker about the mountain looming beside them and even offered to show him safe passage upon its crags. He considered that because he lived on relatively flat land now, that she was incorrectly assuming he would be inexperienced when mountain-climbing. "I was born and lived for the better part of two years on a mountain—far more cold and treacherous than the ones here," he shared about himself, for perhaps the first time since arriving in the area.

He didn't feel he needed any help, especially from her of all wolves, but Haunter was neither insulted nor off-put by her offer. In fact, the quickest way to learn the lay of a particular land was to have one show you. He shrugged slightly and then motioned his muzzle towards the mountain, offering for her to lead the way. "I would like to know what you know about this peak," he said at length, but in compliance with his honesty and typically unfriendly behavior, he added: "but if you threaten me, I'll throw you from one of the precipices or be thrown myself in the struggle."