Sunspire Mountains so deep down in your ground

sorry for super short weird post-

The black huntress was right to distrust him — from the tiento of his paws to the lazy husk of his words, she was left with no choice but to distrust him. For all she knew, he could easily ghost along the crags and thieve this goat from her. He could Vonnaruil barely heeded the sudden death of her find, keeping to himself as he watched her begin her descent. Instead let the less salacious thoughts weigh in favor of something else (read: fufilling his life debt to that abstinant mountain-king.)

Regardless, he followed her along the precarious, rocky path, keeping an eye out for any disturbances or lack of footholds should she end up slipping—or himself, of course. For a time, as they neared ever-closer to the dying goat, the debt momentarily left his mind as he focused on the task at hand.