Around the world

Making his way across the whole of the continent one land at a time was going to take ages. After a few weeks of nonstop travel he'd more or less gone in a very large circle, and from what he could tell there was still more land to cover further south. Today he found himself finally cresting the other side of the mountains, and while open land appeared to the left, Ignatius was more drawn to the dark rise looming ahead of him. He'd seen a volcano once before, in the far southeastern part of his homeland, but the land there was toxic. One couldn't stay near there for too long or you'd die a slow and horrible death. Or worse, live and just wish you'd died.

The black rocky sloped leading up to it were a bit difficult to navigate. The rock was more porous and sharp here than other places, and the area smelled of burning with hints of sulfur. Hadn't the girl he'd encountered mentioned that a pack used to live here? With his nose full of sulfur, Ig had a hard time understanding the appeal. If he were to lead a pack, he'd really prefer to choose lands that were a bit easier to live in.