Voice Texts From Iko, But it's a Sparrow Thread

Sparrow was almost surprised when a voice called to her and when she turned, she thought the wolf who called to her was bloodied and for a brief moment, threw in her guard. The wolf reeked of Armada, but not of blood. She was little, young, and spewing questions. Sparrow hummed, debating on if she should steal the young'un. "Never been here, dunno what this place is either." She looked back at the glowing flowing river, "Pretty sure it's called lava. You never seen any before? It's hot but we could probably scoop some up if we had some sort of... Tool."

Sparrow lost herself in thought for a moment, wondering what tool would work. She looked back at the young wolf, "Say, you from that pack nearby? I know a few guys from there- good dudes." She decided to play it safe, "They call me King."