It had only been a few days since Goral had left the herd to strike out on his own. He was still in the lower range of the mountains that he had called home all his life. He didn't really know where he was headed, only that it was north, away from his home, and the territory of those who served the Six. He himself was not one of those who did, nor were any of those in his herd, but they did have a tendency to roam these mountain paths, and once or twice members of his herd had encountered them, and come away hurt. None so far had perished in the attacks, but that was more due to the ferocity that his breed exhibited in a fight. Their horns and heavy fur coats tended to deflect many blows, and they were well trained to fight, as well as being more knowledgeable about the terrain.The sun was just coming up in the East, and its rays were lighting up the landscape around him in pinks, reds and oranges. There were many minerals in these hills that humans would kill to get their hands on if they only knew of their existence. But the closeness of the Six and their followers kept most humans away from these mountains. He was daydreaming when he rounded a bend in the trail and almost walked right into another male.
