Blacktail Deer Plateau be my eyes

"I thought that we could head west first. Unless you wanted to try another direction."

It took Pura a moment to realize that Dante wanted his input. The freckled youth was content to follow and do as he was told, taking pleasure in completing his assigned task to the best of his ability - preferably alone. It would make him a good warden in years to come, but a poor hunter. It threw him whenever anyone asked for input - Blue Willow often did, and apparently Dante, too. Where did he want to go? East, or west? Or north?

Pura stopped to think, staring blankly into space. "Mountain," he finally declared. That was east - potentially north-east, depending on where in the forest they were. The boy raised his damp nose to the air and sniffed, trying to catch a whiff of the cold nothing that represented 'stone' to him. "N-not.. not see mountain..af..afore," he clarified, volunteering the sentence freely and without prompt - a milestone in the whelp's short life.