Halfway up the cliff face, she leaned against the rock, licking at a tiny outcropping, tasting the salt deposit. Mountain goats had taught her how to notice them and how many nutrients she could get from them. Mountain goats had taught her how to get to them. Mountain goats had taught her literally everything she’d learned in the past ten years, and almost everything in the five years before that. But there were some things they couldn’t teach her simply because she wasn’t a goat. Their hooves were designed differently than ponies’, with pads that could provide traction and two toes that could be moved independently for extra grip. No, no matter how good she got, Polar Sun would never be as good as a mountain goat.