Silvertip Mountain You Follow me i'll do my best

ok. kivaluk says, following along rodyn's path though he keeps his own eye on the hoof prints they follow. musty? he asks, after the word playing around inside his head for a bit. what smell is musty? likely, he already knew what a musty smell was but simply didn't have a word to put to it ( until now ).

oh, kivaluk murmurs as rodyn informs him that they had a chance of taking down a goat so long as they didn't corner them near anything climbable. that doesn't seem fair.