Frostfire Ridge Alone on that Mountain

From his perch, Weetzie heard a voice from the ground below him. He turned to the source of the voice, hoping to see his sister and was disappointed to see that it was not. He quickly realized that the voice didn’t even sound like his sister and that such words would probably never even come from her mouth.

 He regarded the black she-wolf nervously, hoping she would not be hostile to him, but he showed no outward signs of fear, or any other emotion. He responded in his flat, monotone voice, “I simply jumped from one rock to the next.” His answer might have sounded sarcastic, but that was not his intention. The truth was that it took some effort, calculating the height and distance he had to jump with each one, and making sure he had good footing both when he leaped and when he landed, but it had never occurred to him that it could be a challenge for someone else.

He did not consider himself an athlete, nor did he desire to be one. He could run fast enough to hunt small game, and that was good enough for him. Keeping up with his sister, however, had demanded much more from him ever since he was a pup, as she was usually more fool-hardy and tended to pick the more challenging and treacherous routes. Her constant recklessness had forced him to learn to be quick and sure-footed.

He fidgeted a little on his perch, not entirely sure how to deal with the sudden company. From his current position, running away would be difficult, and even he knew that it would be rude. With some hesitation, he said the only thing that came to his mind. “So... do you live here?”