Silvertip Mountain He'll Be Coming Down The Mountain

He quickly backed off to avoid the snapping of her teeth. Those teeth that shined to him in the light. A small yelp escaped his muzzle as he retreated, staying a few steps behind. He liked the fire in her, but he would have take his time. From a distance, of course. And from there, he would still be able to talk.

"Awww. Then you'd have something to remember me by...Although, I'd rather keep all my legs" he added. He would hate to miss one of them. How would he be able to have that smooth walk that shows the ladies how good he is. Another cold breeze swept by, causing another shiver.

When he followed her, he took notice of where they were headed. "Looks cold up there. And small." Half of him did like that. But the other half was afraid of her.