To The Mountaintop

Did Wesson have to chose the most tedious of paths all the time. A sigh escaped the mammoths lips as he leaped up one more ledge. His bulk was easily supported by this one but wouldn't have been by the one near the other one. His head lifted to look up at the some 15 feet he had left to go till he got to the cliff's summit. This felt like it was taking forever. With a huff did he move again, muscles bounded once more onto the next ledge. His paws splayed upon landing lending him a better grip. Of course he had been behind his brother for some time now but had only just now gotten within ear shot of him. He could hear him and another but beyond that he didn't care. Wes could easily care for himself just like the other males in the family. It was the girls in the family he had concerns for. They didn't normally like his views but it was how it was.

He made his way the rest of the way up only to leap up to the edge and sit where he painted for a few moments. There had to be an easier way up and down this cliff. His dichromatic eyes fell on the pair in the field ahead and he pulled his tongue back in his mouth. His he stood once more and moved to his brothers side with a calm and leveled gaze on the female. He dwarfed them enough at 45 inches though Wes was likely the heavier of the two. His stub of a tail was kept high and he gave the female a soft smile. He knew Wes could be a little much and overly flirtatious. His purpose would have to be to keep him from losing his head today then. Especially with a female right in front of him.

His thick accent and smooth as honey voice boomed forth in his greeting to her. It was also a way to confirm if his brother was in over his head. "ev'nin' miss. Ah hope nah brother ain't troublin' ya too much, 'nd is mindin' his pc's 'nd q's." the second part was said with emphasis and more to remind Wesson that she was in deed a lady and should be treated as such.