Shadow Mountain Rockclimbing fiend

The boy gave his own amused smile — naively so. He was faintly aware that the coy was mocking him in his laughter, but Ishi didn't have the type of pride that got damaged by reactions like this one. He saw the stranger as a happy chappy, deciding that laughter was laughter, and laughter had always been a good thing in his experience. Woo, he concluded good-naturedly, springing up to the same long ridge as the stranger. And yep, I'm one of those saps, he added with another smile. Were wolves and coyotes mortal enemies...? Apparently not, because they were allowed to speak and neither of them had just been killed. But this coyote certainly didn't seem to like wolves much. Fair enough — wolves had claimed so much of the land down there, Ishi didn't half blame him for his bitterness.

My name's Ishi, he said brightly. I bet you're called Fang or Shadow or something. Or, like... The Interceptor.