Firefly Glen Why won't you chase after me?

Kindle suppressed a grin, finding this sentiment charmingly quaint of her. Truthfully, he only knew of mountain goats, but... but, well, he would just have to show her.

"It looks steeper down here than it does up there, I bet," he replied — this had been the case when he'd set his mind to investigating a mountain himself. Those had, however, been much smaller than these ones.

"What did you eat?" asked Kindle, imagining deer. "I grew up learning to hunt elk and bison and moose — but most days it was geese and deer."