If You're Going Through Hell

Plague figured Natha may be onto something. Perhaps it was run off from the eruption. Did molten lava ever go away like water? He wondered how long it took for lava to dry. Would it have to get cool enough for that to happen? Heat filled the air like a gas, it seemed they both could feel it. He could practically see it in the air. It was not the conditions for something to exactly get cooler.

"It's hard to think we have these veins of lava running beneath our paws when we are surface level. It makes you wonder what else is beneath us." Plague looked to the river with a slight sneer, "How long would it take something like this to cool? It seems impossible."

Plague looked to the feline as she introduced herself as Natha and offered a question. "Nice to meet you too." A pause. "I'm from Ashen, we are located in the south. Are you in a pack?" He felt silly for asking since it was a cat but then again he did recognize a semi familiar scent on her.

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