Razorback Ridge the best part of waking up is still a mystery to me

he was not as graceful as the mountain dwellers. where they could stride across cliffs and rocky landscapes, he would trip and stumble. it was kind of embarrassing to be honest, especially given the fact that he'd practically been raised on a mountain himself. but no matter, he assumed with time his steps and pace would adjust back to normal, and he'd be just as quick climbing the mountainside as he'd been back as child.

"hellooo", he called out as her scent grew stronger, golden gaze scanning the surrounding landscape for any sign of her. eventually her form appeared in the distance and he set off to close the gap between them with a friendly smile and easygoing sway of his tail. "hello again!", he greeted once close enough.