Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

Home, she answered, lowering her muzzle to sniff at a bit of frozen rabbit scat on the ground. At least a week old, she reckoned, so nothing useful there. She swiped a paw to send it tumbling among the pebbles and glanced at Mahler, who was delving into the tall grasses. She sought a deer trail next, but there was nothing forthcoming.

My mom lives in a place called Keokuk Glade. When my brother Ingram and I were younger, just juveniles, we got separated from her during a hunt. Dumbasses, we were. Lived alone ever since and never though to return, but I thought it might be better for Tiercel to be with her grandmother than on the road. Lusca had then imparted many things upon her daughter and not all of them were good.

What made you come to Grimnismal?