It's Like A Whirlwind Inside Of My Head

Sparrow shook her head at the young woman. She had never known what a volcano was. As Aranea talked about it, Sparrow grew suspicious.

"How do you know that's one?" she said, gesturing to the mountain. "Furthermore, is there any... less dangerous place that these herbs grow?"

Sparrow had never seen lava, but the idea of it didn't sound pleasant. It would make sense if dangerous herbs grew next to dangerous places, though.

Sparrow wondered if her father had known this was here. Why would he build a pack next to something like this? Sparrow was fairly suspicious of the yearling's analysis. She decided she would have to tell someone to go and investigate it. Maybe she could set some sort of rank that could strategically learn the land.