Shadow Mountain who made you like this

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— he is met by cold eyes, perhaps as unfeeling as his own, and a rising tail. he does not meet the challenge; letting his own swish confidently at neutral flag behind himself. paws splaying as he grapples with rocky terrain and climbs with ease to her level.
doing so slowly and with caution, careful to avoid any wrath she might project upon him. he meets her with a slow abiding grin, yellow eyes floating graciously over her. he wonders who she is, where she has come from—who birthed such a striking specimen of female.
nice mountain. he comments, shifting so that he stands just beneath her level, forelegs stretching to heft his front half upon the ledge she mounts upon. yours?