Silvertip Mountain antipathy

@byll. being rreaaalllllly vague lol

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so what do you think? buffalo felt he already knew the answer, but he asked it of his sister all the same, throwing out his chest proudly as he gazed at himself in the ice-licked waters of a nearby stream. the trickle itself poured down the mountainside, along the ledge where he had settled himself.

presently the boy folded his lanky form to the ground, outstretching one broad forepaw to tap-tap-tap byll insistently upon her haunch. he meant to grasp her attention, but also to annoy her, and his tongue lolled with the sudden intensity of the dangerous game.