Interesting, the mountain surrenders herself to him, a little. 

Havardr watched the young challenger drive himself up the mountain, appearing to take the added challenge of defeating the Goat King in a race to the summit very seriously. He would soon learn that to conquer the mountain took far more than speed or skill, it took an endurance that only existed in a select few. More mental determination than physical prowess, this challenge was a learning experience if nothing else. It seemed thus far he was pacing himself, which was smart, but it would not allow him to defeat the King.

The King of the Mountain Goats began to stride up the mountain behind his foe, his feet nimbly finding footholds where his opponent had to clamber on all fours. It took him a surprising amount of time to catch him and then pass him on the mountain, he had made it a long way without quite understanding the nature of the challenge. Havardr skipped up another large span of steep earth, the wind biting behind him but causing him little discomfort. Then, he felt the tremor, and knew that the mountain was angry. It was to produce the worst of its torments soon enough, but would the intruder piece together its warnings before it was too late?

The snow began to fall soon after, falling fast with the wind behind it with the makings of a blizzard. It was going to be a difficult climb.