Dance In The Pale Moonlight

"Speech"
Recluse followed her son's gaze as he asked a question, hearing the tell-tale hiss of a steam vent, a sound she only just now realized she'd grown so used to she hadn't noticed it at first. She nodded. "It would hurt." She confirmed. "Sometimes the air is hot enough it could light a fire if you stuck a stick in it, so don't go poking your nose into any holes okay?" The words she spoke were a warning but there was a light teasing to the end of her sentence and she gently nudged her son with a forepaw. No need to fill his head with images of his fur catching on fire, even if that was what danced through her mind. She gently ushered him onwards, directing his attention towards the top of the mountain even though they absolutely were not visiting that tonight. "At the very top there's an opening in the stone, wider than 10 wolves. It's not a cave though it's a big hole straight to the lava which is so bright it's visible even as far up as the hole is."

She thought for a moment before she ushered them slightly further up the mountain just high enough that he'd be able to feel the difference in the heat of the air. "The higher you go the warmer the air is because all the heat from the lava is coming out of the top, only adults are allowed at the top, am I clear?" She worried enough about her adult children getting too cocky at the lip of the opening she didn't need to encourage her youngest to play with fate.