Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

Sriracha got ready to go and urged on Xan, Ocra watching with scrutiny as they begun their trek. For a while, she watched them until they disappeared but eventually she decided to find somewhere else. Laying down in the middle of the clearing wasn’t really an ideal spot to lounge and so she turned and, wincing with each step, made her way to the nearest shady spot to wait for the others. Eventually, she fell asleep, and woke when they stirred close by once more.