questing far and wide

Movement down the mountain caught Steig's attention from higher up. The rattle and roll of things being taken out into the grass. His light head tipped, green eyes gleaming. What on earth? Not one to leave things be, lengthening legs made short work of the downhill trek, as surefooted as the two donkeys that often followed him around.

His tail beat steadily at his back as his father emerged, carrying something or other from the receiving den. Not one to make an old man do all the work, the boy dove in, fetching a pelt and dragging it out to join the rest. If emptying was the order of the day, he wouldn't need to be told to pitch in, it was what a good kid would do.

“Speech”