Pitching A Tent... Not That Kind of Tent

Áskell wandered around the base of Mount Volkan with his companion keeping an eye on things. His father was nearby, only a call away should the pup get into too much trouble. He wasn't allowed to go high up and see if he could find any lava. Maybe he could convince his dad to take him later. As he was six months old he was allowed to wander a little ways outside the main pack lands unaccompanied. He headed toward the nearby mountain range even though he wasn't allowed to go very far. He was wondering through a grove of pine trees when he spied a man wandering around and sniffing pine trees. He giggled. "Hey! What are you smelling pine trees for?"