Little Goat Mountain keep my hands to myself

She wasn't sure when exactly she became aware of the wolf travelling paralell to her, but as she flew along the rock, her gaze slipped to him every few moments. Quite suddenly, she leapt neatly over the edge of her path, bouncing off another ledge before landing somewhat neatly on the male's own. Claws grated on stone as she steadied herself, twisitng to face the male and offer a "hey"  He looked old, she decided, and certainly towered over her. If he turned out to be a more dangerous type of lunatic than the first wolf she had met, she could always loose him on the mountain.