In the summits of Death Mountain dwelled the Echidna tribe. Like the Gorons they shared the mountain with, the Echidnas were a strong, hot-headed, and above all, prideful race. They used their impressive strength and digging skills to mine the precious materials that lay deep with the confines of the mountain, and even the Gorons admit they have a hard time competing with the little creatures.
A young brown-furred Echidna walked by a stone outcrop. Looking up, he caught sight of someone sitting up on the outcrop. With a malicious smirk, the Echidna picked up a rock and flung it at the figure, his smirk getting bigger when heard a satisfying thud and a grunt of pain. “Oy, Halfie! Grow some stones and stop hiding, ya wimp!” He shouted to the unknown being up there, before running off, laughing his head off.
The figure in question was a blue-furred Echidna….or at least he looked like an Echidna. He had the long dreadlocks and pointed snout of an Echidna,