Blood of the Earth [Jupiter!]

A wry grin answered Jupiter’s observation, and the yearling agreed with a chuckled, “I suppose it would. I suppose it would just harden up, too, away from the river. Like these have.” She nodded to the fragments that had landed beyond the heat of their source. They were still smoking, but no longer glowed with the brilliant, intense heat of the river’s languid flow.

Her head cocked as they both studied the river, one ear cocked toward Jupiter as he speculated, nodding slowly. “Maybe. Think a wolf would get dizzy with all the waving around they’d be doing?” She grinned at the nebulously painted pup, tail bannering in a cheerful wag behind her at the thought.

She pondered briefly, then said, “We have a fire burning in one of the chambers of our den system. It gets things hot, I’ve noticed, but not like this. My cousin likes to heat stones in them, wrap the hot stones in hides, and use them to heat his bedding at night, now that Autumn’s set in.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think