the devil in me

Life in the North was rather dreary and dull without a pack if he was being honest. Though he couldn't say he missed his father's pack. The place had been quiet for most of his childhood, so he hadn't really been attached to it from the getgo. What he was most interested in, however, was the hole in the ground he had found that felt like it had heat coming out. He hadn't been down there yet, but a trail in the snow told him someone else was down there checking it out. Well, what better excuse to go down there right? Without further hesitation, the young hellhound made his way into the depths of Hell's River, following the trail of whoever was foolish enough to brave the depths of Hell itself.

Lava flowed in a river beside the narrow path he was on. The heat was intense here, and despite being Northern born, he found the heat didn't bother him one bit. As long as he was careful, he had nothing to worry about. Further down he went until the only light was from the lava beside him. Soon enough, he spotted the ass of the guy ahead of him..."You've got nerves of steel to come down here." He exclaimed as he slowed to a stop.

"Speech"