Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

Whatever problem Xan had with willows, it seemed that a companion emboldened him enough to do as Ocra asked. Ocra, however, seemed less than delighted by Sriracha's proffered help. He cast her an apologetic smile, and a what-can-you-do? sort of shrug and hoped that she wouldn't feel too sore over this sudden betrayal.

Sriracha, man of science and reason, nodded to Xan. Lead on, he said, prompting the yearling to direct them. The Spanaird wasn't going to do much else than (figuratively) hold Xan's hand through this. He was still most interested in observing. When, if, Xan began to move, Sriracha would follow.