Moonstones and Flame

Song felt himself drawn to the place almost like a magnet, the warmth in contrast to the cold of the north most likely. His tall frame found its way over the cold land, and his eyes had caught sight of the molten river. With the cold of the night had had felt especially cold, his fur had not yet thickened to adjust to the colder weather of the north. He stood transfixed over the crevice for a long time, watching the liquid rock flow through slowly like a river of fire. He had never seen such an occurrence, and knew instinctively he did not want to get close. Even being so far away the warmth of the lava warmed his paws. The chill of the wind was a bit much though, and he felt himself moving again.

He sought out the mouth of a cavern, and found himself on the trail of another wolf. Too late to turn and leave he continued on into the cave. He didn’t feel threatened by whoever had found the cave first, he felt himself able to talk down any attackers, and those who would not he feared no fight. However as his eyes adjusted he’d make out the form of a maned she wolf. She seemed to have the same idea as he did, and lounged in the light of the river of fire.
”Excuse the intrusion, the wind was getting a bit cold and I needed to melt before continuing on.” His tones were polite, and he kept his head low. He wasn’t submissive, but he wanted her to know he wasn’t about to attack either.