Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

The faint rumbling in his chest was silenced when she began to speak, and his lips pulled forward, pushing his whiskers out as he listened intently to her story. He could picture it in his mind; a mountain home where legacy was forged, but scattered in the wake of the death of her mother. It felt unfair that others should seize the place that was hers by birthright. By force, he sensed, she planned to take it back with the army she intended to build. He sensed she planned to recruit, but also seemed to glean from her tone the aspect of her children being trained as well. After all- the mountain belonged to her bloodline, and it would likely be passed down to them as well. 

She'd already have an heir in hand, he thought, when she sought to take back her home. Ideal. 

"What is your bloodline's name?" He asked, his compliance implied. "And yours," He added, realizing they hadn't been introduced. "I'm Ksura. I'll be your first among many."