Warming by the fire coals

The warmth was all Basilia could have asked for. As she lounged by the river of lava she saw another wolf, one much larger than herself and equally muscular. Now this, this was a wolf she could respect. They seemed to stay close to the wall though. Is it possible that they were a northern wolf? Was the heat too much for them to bear?

She stood up to address the other wolf who had asked her if she was alright. She made sure that her voice was at a volume so that they could hear her. "Yes! everything is quite alright!" She would inquire as to why the wolf wasn't any closer to the lava. "Isn't the heat wonderful? This place is a haven compared to the snow and ice. Why aren't you any closer, you must be tiring of the winter."

With little bits of laughter interspersed throughout her words her case of minor insanity was still quite apparent. Her senses might have been dulled by the prolonged period she had spent outside in the cold, therefore the heat was no matter for her. After she left the river though she might in fact find herself quite lacking in comfort.