Little Goat Mountain You need to let me fly alone

If Mesa intended to stay upon this mountain he would have to ensure he was the only man worthy of it; so when the other spoke, Mesa judged him. He watched the muscle on the man's body for lines of tension. He eyed the red fur and wondered what might make it prickle; or, what might draw this stranger's teeth from hiding.

He gave the man a chuff of a greeting which sounded derisive, somehow.

The white wolf's posture became nearly regal, with his tail high and arching. In this way he claimed the mountain for himself; there was challenge in his gaze, which he affixed to the man's face with a hard stare.