Emberflame Ridge You carry my fears as the heavens set fire

It drove Nutuyikruk crazy, yes! They took route for the ridge. Nutuyikruk was eager to lead the way, and for good reason, it was Hex, Makono, and perhaps the younger children of their ownrship to see again! Muskrat could have made a return in that time, and then she could do as the girl had been desiring since the mountain had plummeted her down the mountains: Give a new name. A ridge name! But perhaps already it was given. Had it not been Lynx?

"I would say it is unique to its own, but if I had to describe it? It is almost like deer meat, but much sweeter. And if you do not like that, there are lots of hares."

Yuralria. It sounded so familiar. Few names had come and gone in the ridge. 

"I warn you, for every person I have given my name to, I have gotten a twisted face as they twist their tongue up on it. I'm Nutuyikruk. You can call me Nutu– or..Lynx, or Nu–!"