Mount Apikuni Looking like you own it

     Embry's heart settled at the sound of her short, pacific greeting. He adjusted his eyes to meet the source of the voice with a softening posture. Slowly, the effects of steep adrenaline-incline seemed to fade into a youthful curiosity upon his golden frame.

     "Hello, there." He returned with an equally placated bark. "My name's Embry." His oceanic orbs caught the female's glassy, sanguine specs with plebeian amiability. She wasn't far down the hillside - close enough, in fact, for him to notice the slight discomfort in her features. As soon as possible, he would like to dispell any hint of animosity between them. Perhaps she would have information as to the origins of the slope's morbid history.