Silvertip Mountain He'll Be Coming Down The Mountain

The sound of that idea warmed him up inside. He would be able to take in her fragrance, brush against her fur...he went off daydreaming, only to walk right into a tall rock. He groaned, shaking his head, his eyes dizzy from the sudden bump to his head.

The cold wind brushed against his face, causing a shiver. Every now and then, his head would pound like someone was knocking from the inside, and he'd stumble. Obviously, something had happened to his head and hurt it. An idea suddenly popped into his head. One that would probably earn a snap at his face.

"Hey. You should kiss it better" he said, lowering his head forward. "My head is really pounding."