Little Goat Mountain rocky mountain high

Stag half-expected the wolf would ridicule him, mock him for his lack of experience -- yet instead, a warmth seemed to kindle in the stranger's eyes, and his tone carried with it the conviction of a wolf who understood, emphathized even, with Stag's inexperience.

Mollified by the gentleness of Surya's tone, Stag watched as the agouti yearling began to scale the scree. "Alright." He agreed, his words breathless in anticipation as he hurried after the huntsman. "I'm Stag. Where are you from, Surya?"