Little Goat Mountain rocky mountain high

surya understood perfectly well the other yearling's hesitance. the one and only time he had hunted goats before had been with that pale woman on the plains. and they had gotten lucky, to boot, with a clearly injured specimen. it would be great if that same fortune visited today, but he didn't count on it.

i don't have a lot of experience, either, he reassured (in awkward, terrible fashion) the other. we'll stumble along together. my name's surya, he added, introducing himself with a dip of his head and a smile. he was beginning to ascend again, gesturing for the young man to follow.

his nostrils flared, surya followed the scent of a nearby band of goats, hoping one of them had some sort of malady for the wolves to exploit.