Little Goat Mountain a too-small mountain

shit?! NONSENSE

"ah, of course," the basilisk hummed, his long tail swaying slowly. "this one, is called stigmata." he reflected the wolf without seeming to mock him. "i reside in this range, with a few others," he went on to explain, gesturing his his muzzle out towards the vale and beyond. "i imagine you will do fine on your own, but if you should find need for warmer company, there is a place to be earned among us of the diaspora."