I'm the Fly in Your Soup
The bitter chill of the north didn't bother the dark wraith all too much. Rather, she enjoyed the solace it brought. Leaving behind her reclaimed home, she opted to wander. Not too far, of course- lest another pack decide to snatch it away from her again. Low slung head tilted this way and that as she moved, eyeing up her surroundings while she walked. The longer she lurked in the area, the more she came to enjoy it. Not that she would tell anyone. Rising steam drew her attention, and she plodded toward it. An ambling, careless gait moved her along. Then she spotted it. A massive, gaping hole in the ground. Boiling water still fell from the sky in crystalline droplets from the latest eruption. Perhaps it was linked to the strange molten river, and that's what kept it so active. The two were, however, quite far apart. Perhaps not. Carmine gaze flitted to a stranger skulking along nearby. Nothing too interesting. The same size as her brother, lacking the musk of a sexually mature male. After giving him a cursory once over, she lost interest. Instead, she opted to turn her back on him and circle around the geyser. The ice and snow nearest the chasm had been melted away, leaving the stone underneath bared to the world. It didn't appear to have many visitors, the scents around it were lacking. A shame, really. She thought it was pretty cool. After all, how many other places randomly exploded?
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