Little Goat Mountain a too-small mountain

Amsu looked up at the chuffing sound and quickly located its source: a large, dark wolf who was facing him. The Light worshiper wagged his tail and dipped his head. “Hello there,” he called quietly. “The view from the top is beautiful, though Amsu thinks it would be better in the spring or summer.” He was, of course, referring to the top of the mountain. He looked back over his shoulder for a moment, then turned and faced the stranger again, unsure of what else to say.