Got a key to the city and a street in my name

Tracing over the smaller woman's pale fawn-colored form once more as they came closer to one another, Razi briefly admired the strange patterns on the other woman's coat. Before they came to these lands the wolves they met were usually rather bland. Here there were wolves with pelts sewn from the heavens and apparently now this woman with unusually perfect shapes adorning her body.

Ah, so she wanted to know what made this place like this? Wasn't often she met a wolf who didn't know the destruction of a volcano when they saw it. "I do, it is the result of the activity of a volcano, a sort of mountain that brews liquid fire beneath it's surface." The fire mountains sure did leave a desolate landscape behind, didn't they?

"Nice to meet you Serene, I'm Razi Abraxas," she replied with a dip of her head. Glancing back to the blackened earth around them, a small smile played at her lips as she added, "It's a good thing the volcano here doesn't seem to be terribly active anymore. I live a bit close for comfort, wouldn't want it spitting lava at my den." Especially not with some very small children in there.

After a moment Razi would beckon the woman to walk with her so she could press on in the direction of the water she'd smelled. Occasionally she could spot a blade or two of grass poking up from the dark rock as that was always the first plant to brave unforgiving terrain. It was also basically the only one she could see anywhere so far. "You know, from what I've heard the reason that a volcano spits it's lava is because too much lava and steam build up beneath the surface until it explodes out. Ash and smoke fill the air for miles, making the air unbreathable and the nearby lands uninhabitable. The lava hardens after a while and turns into the stuff we're walking on."