Sunspire Mountains Raise me up

In the treacherous heights of the mountains surrounding his home many would find a challenge, but to Leatherface he pulled himself with something akin to ease. And presently the focused task of finding the safest path to travel kept his attention; which was known to easily drift. But he simply did not travel to take in the sights, the farther he stepped from the boundaries of his home the more anxiety stiffened his tail out behind him and his steps grew slow and hesitant. But he could smell something: food. Mountain goats to be more precise, although he simply labelled it as something he found huntable and he was currently devoted to their trail.

Up the mountain, he'd reached the peak of it's ridge with still no sign of his prey the only thing fueling him to continue the ever present scent and the scrambled rocks he noted marked their way. He had the strength and stamina to trace them along the slopes, but little did he realize they were more nimble than he was capable of. Likely they'd been startled away by his less than subtle approach. Panting he paused to rest, raising his muzzle to the sky in the hopes of catching another whiff of the herd.