Little Goat Mountain a too-small mountain

"amsu?" stigmata repeated in languid curiosity. "is that you?" he did not dare take his eyes of the stranger yet. it had been several years since he had met a wolf who referred to themselves by name, but that encounter had not been pleasant. this wolf looked friendly enough - with bright, amicable eyes - leading the warhound to give the peacekeeper a chance at something friendly. "heading anywhere in particular?"