Shadow Mountain who made you like this

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— he slept upon the nearest slope overnight. when dawn came, ragweed set out—nose to the ground, hunting for any scent.
for breakfast, he had the leftover carrion of a billy goat. a quick meal, he had choked it down and moved on. later he’d expend the energy for a proper meal and end the day on a full, happy stomach.
for now, he moved. he didn’t know what he searched for; only that he did. and he didn’t realize what it was until he saw her. a woman of palette similar to him. her stature great, as she stands upon the shadowy mountain.
he comes to a loping pause to look from the ridge beneath her, gazing up with unfeeling yellow eye, and lapping remaining blood from his snout. he would wait for her to notice his presence.