Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

"There are elk down there?" Wraen walked in a polite half-circle past Arcturus, stopped at the edge of the cliff and peered down curiously. Really - he was telling the truth. And quite a few there as well. She thought of Kiwi right away and felt a pang of guilt for the previous failed hunt. She could do some investigating of the state of all herd members and bring the information back to the new leader as a way to get back in her good books. 

"Oh, yes. In my firey flesh and being," she turned to face the young man and introduced herself in a whimsical way of hers. It was an annoying habit, truly, but it was her way of testing people to see, whether they were made of the same or similar clay as she was. "And you are the mountain-dweller. Your home is atop a mountain, whose spire touches the sky and there is one jump left to the moon, huh?" she sat down and smiled at him.