The Night Is Dark and Full of Terrors

The heat from whatever lied within the crater rose to meet him, and although the warmth felt nice against his skin, it was getting a little too warm. He backed up a couple steps, sightless gaze focused over the mountains center. He wondered how something like this came to exist. How the molten depths never burned through the mountain side. Didn't fire eat everything? Yet here it stayed. Contained. Maybe waiting for the day that it could unleash itself upon the world. He knew nothing of lava or volcanoes, and if he did, then he didn't want to be anywhere near one when they did what they were best at.

Through the quieter sounds of the volcano, the earthen male heard foot steps approaching. Unwilling to be a potential target to be pushed into this burning hole, he quickly turned around while both companions stood on either side and just in front of him. He was glad he had such dependable and protective companions. Sometimes they were irritatingly protective, but he still appreciated it. The stranger would speak, and Dragon slowly shook his head. "No, it's my first time here." He replied. He tried to smell the air, to see if the man belonged to a pack or something of the sort, but the strong smell of ash and earth and fire dulled his sense of smell. Oh well...