Little Goat Mountain a too-small mountain

"i have," the warhound affirmed, bobbing his head slightly. "so i intend to house wolves, like us, in these mountains." he turned his gaze out towards the expansive range - most of which towered ahead of them - and looked back to the golden amsu, who reminded him faintly of sheltered finch; another gold wolf who seemed both alien and worldly all at once. he didn't wonder what had happened to the male's homeland - it almost didn't matter what had displaced him, for there was room now for improvement - but he seemed focused on whatever he had to say. if he had more to say at all.