
With the west wind whipping at his hair, Westward Spirit descends his humble mountain cave home down to the arid desert below to herd some animals towards the foot of the mountains for hunting and cultivating.
A daily exercise for him, Westward Spirit rarely decides to mix up his routine. But today he feels like pushing towards the nearby craggy coast. He figures maybe he could herd some aquatic animals while on the way.
What he did see where the foot of the mountain met the edge of the desert and surrendered to a beach coast was a surprising sight. An acha doe with unmistakable aquatic features and a full-figured build. She walked alone save for a fish that bobbed after her. This place was not typically hospitable to visitors, and certainly not ones who seemed to just be enjoying a leisurely stroll.
He had to know more.
Rushing down the jagged mountain slopes, using his horns both to make swift turns and stabilize his bulk as he sped down, Westward Spirit made a beeline to the intriguing doe. When he arrived within earshot, he flipped his hair into place and let her know that he was around by saying, "Well howdy there ma'am. I don't reckon I've seen you 'round these parts before." followed by a quick bow in her direction to tip his horns to her in respect.