The hard-headed Kimeti Totoma was busy being just that; marking his territory with his horns. Small or not, anykin with a brain would know that this stony place was anything but vacant. An abandoned den once belonging to a small pack of wolves, his shelter consisted of a small cave shadowed in trees and laden in hanging lichen. A well used bed of shed fur and the pelts of his kills. Clean picked bones rested in a small piles, waiting to be buried later. Most of the grass in the area had been worn away under the large and heavy hooves of visiting Big-Horn family and his own slightly smaller hooves. It is here that Are Too lived alone, waiting for the chance to throw off his 'small-horn name' given to him by the unnatural dreams he had inside his mother.venafydan
