Sleepy Fox Hollow king of the hill

Hakai was infuriated, aghast at the way he had been treated upon reuniting with his herd. Filled with a justifiable angst that propelled him away from the canyon which had been his home for the past year and on to the narrow slopes of the mountainside as he was driven from them.

How dare they send him away! To think, he had reunited with them to speak of his own grandeur - telling tales of the wolves he spotted in the valley, the toothy beasts which could never catch him, and the herd had the gall to send him packing for it! It wasn't enough that he was the fastest, the strongest — but to face two wolves in combat (which was a small embellishment but, who would know?) and to come away unscathed, he was god-like and --- and the women, they refused him! Hakai was beyond furious for their treatment of him.

The way the men demanded proof.
(Boy, bring us pelts! Teeth! Heads!)

Then the women, speaking out against his technique!
(But if you fought them and won, why is there no blood?)

In the end, his story held no creedence. They drove him off and as Hakai fought against the mountain, he knew he would make them regret it. His smooth strides carried him through the mountain pass at a gallop despite the danger, and as he came down in to the adjoining valley he was huffing and puffing, snorting and stomping, mostly because of his raging emotions rather than the exertion of his body. The stallion careened between the trees and paced along a narrow plateau as he cooled off, brimming with ideas that would bring his opponents to ruin.