Volcanoes... Don't Drop Your Watch

Jynn marveled at the strange dark mountain that rose above the redbud forest they'd travelled around earlier. Unlike the mountain range of the maw this mountain was dark, almost black. The top of it was jagged and open from an earlier eruption that had occurred before she had arrived. She kept walking but noticed that she didn't hear Álarr behind her. She turned to see him staring up at the mountain with a strange look on his face. He seemed almost frozen. She turned around and padded back towards him, calling out gently. "Hey, are you alright?" It had never really occurred to her that a number of wolves she'd met might have lived through the volcanic eruption. Had Álarr?