The Unraveling - It Burns

Havoc stopped to gape when she finally found what all the commotion and land-shaking and orange glow was about. Not because she was afraid, but just because it was so... that. Was it a giant worm? Was it an alien? Was it some... weird vaguely phallic tentacle monster? Her brain couldn't quite encompass what it was, but she knew one thing, one thing that she found herself saying out loud, to absolutely no one. "I want to fight it." Once she'd tasted the shape of the words she lit up, mouth stretching in a feral, fang-bearing grin of delight. "I want to fight it." Ohhhh fuck yeah. Let's fucking fight that thing! And she wasn't the only one who took one look at the thing and lit up like a candle at the challenge of it, apparently, because there was already a mess of wolves down there fighting it around its stupid little lava hole when Havoc flung herself wholeheartedly at it. She ignored them all. It was nearly without thought but she was airborne, fully intending to slam her paws into it and kick back off it to land safely, fangs ready for a driveby slicing into its wormy flesh.