Sawtooth Spire sometimes it's all confusing in a world so loud

There was someone else here on the mountain.

Wylla smelled him before she saw him. She lifted her muzzle and drew the air in through flared nostrils. The scent was mostly unfamiliar with a vague hint of what might be Mereo, but they were close enough to detect when the wind blew the right direction, so that was no guarantee. She curled her lip up and whipped around to face him.

The first and only thing she noticed about Reyson was the size of him. Between that and his relative proximity to her home in the hollow, she needed little further evidence that he was a potential threat. The fur along her neck and back became jagged bristles. Her yellow eye locked with his pale blue ones. Though diminutive in comparison, the ambivalence display was unmistakable, but Wylla tossed in a warning growl for good measure.