Little Goat Mountain Wayfarer

A light snow fell, dusting the air in a thin radiance from the rising sun. Though the smallest of the mountains he had seen thus far, Winter’s Wake felt no absence of pride to stand upon it. The trees here, evergreens to the knowledgeable, did not suffer too greatly from abscission, and the preyscent was thick even in the snow.

This humble peak would be bountiful hunting grounds year-round, and a place to shelter in the heat of summer. He traveled in an investigatory lope, exploring the gentle slopes for signs of discordance.