Mount Apikuni it's burning you alive

When she looked at him, he noticed what he had noticed before about her eyes, but this time it was not only because they were at close quarters, but because he was actually studying her features this time. He could tell that her eyes were indeed mis-matched, one darker than the other and yet they were both equally beautiful. He had never cared much for eye color but hers was unique in a way that was subtle, borderline plain but with a twist.

After a series of bounding steps up the zig-zagging mountainside, she finally introduced herself as Xi'nuata. This involuntarily made him think of Tuwawi and if they had received their names through similar customs. He didn't know enough about his packmate to ask Xi'nuata anything about her name, so instead remained silent and nodded once to confirm that her name had now been committed to his memory—however short-term this tended to be at times.

His yellow eyes traveled upwards, and he licked his chops thoughtfully as he remembered Hollow Mountain and its bountiful rams. He had spent so much time chasing them up and down his jagged and forsaken birthplace, that he no longer feared any mountain path or seemed to think about the risk of falling. Where Xi'nuata was carefully sure-footed, Haunter was reckless and trusted his own four paws to do what needed to be done and do it right the first time.

This wasn't to say he hadn't taken many spills, but having survived them all of his own volition and strength, he no longer held worry or care when he was climbing. The fact that his guide was so well-versed with these trails already only further helped his carelessness, given that he only had to imitate her to get his steps right. "Do you hunt up here, or come often?" he asked, vaguely curious as to why she was so familiar with a mountain not of the Vale's territory.