Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

It's been so long since I've seen you!

Ocra didn’t have anywhere she needed to be. She thought briefly of Sriracha and where she might have been able to find him but for the time being she was content enjoying the warmth the morning sun had to offer. She could rest for as long as she wanted, save up some energy she’d wasted in the last several days, but she also knew winter would be around the corner. Where she ended up remained a mystery but she was always hopeful she’d come upon something that might be enough to offer homage before the upcoming season. 

She’d been curious about what the rest of the valley had to offer and after the events of the previous night, she’d much rather make her way back to somewhere she was comfortable in. A place she knew well enough that she wouldn’t trip in the middle of the night and make a fool of herself. None of the territories offered such familiarity and she knew she’d have to back track a long way before she found what she really wanted.

In the distance, she could see another wolf. The fur was white and immediately she felt her heart speed up and lodge itself in her throat. Even if it were unlikely to be the same wolf from the night before, she felt a twist of her stomach. If she ran, she knew she could trigger an instinct, and backing up and hiding would be suspicious, knowing by now they’d noticed her just the same.

It is when he was close enough that she rolled her eyes. 

“Just my luck,” she grumbled, shaking her head and considering what she might do upon his approach. 

She expected him to keep going but eventually he appeared within earshot and spoke to her first. She stared at him for a long moment, as if he hadn’t just spoken to her, and her eyebrows knitted together as she searched the reaches of her mind for something witty to say that might save the embarrassment she’d found previously. 

Instead, and without tack, she blurted the words: “Are you following me?”