Little Goat Mountain keep my hands to myself

Not being the nimble sort, Murdock was sincerely wishing he'd stuck to the valley, where the ground was soft and even. The only reason he was up in the mountains again was to see if Pema had been around - and she hadn't been. So there was no reason to stay.

He'd been about to turn back when he caught sight of a flash of tan-and-white up above him. At first he thought he'd seen an erne, and had just begun to wonder what it was doing so far from the sea when he realized it was a wolf flying over the mountains.

"Kids these days," he muttered to himself, continuing along a similar (but far simpler) path as the flying wolf.