ain't it fun? living in the real world?

The air around the volcano was thick with heat and the scent of sulfur, a stark reminder of it's restless, fiery heart. Inferna's pale form, ghostly in the ash-dimmed light, moved across the blackened earth. She was alone now, and while the weight of Deimos' loss pressed at the edges of her mind, she refused to let it show. He had been the one to teach her to hunt, he had been there for her more than her own mom... but she would not succumb to her emotions. Instead, she channeled her grief into action, her spunky nature pushing her forward. She had left the familiarity of Elysium behind, setting her sights on her own survival. The truth was, Inferna had felt quite alone long before this happened. She wasn't so sure about following the new leader and being under yet another stranger who likely wouldn't care a lick.

The landscape was jagged and barren, littered with the remnants of lives long gone. Among the charred remnants, her sharp pink eyes caught a glint of bone white against blackened stone. She approached it with a spark of interest, her curled tail twitching in anticipation. Beneath the thin layer of soot lay a ram's skull, it's curling horns still perfectly in tact. Inferna tilted her head, studying the macabre find, and a plan began to take root.

Carefully, she nudged the skull free of its ashen grave. It was sturdy, fierce-looking, and oddly in perfect condition. A smile tugged at her lips as she whispered to herself. "You're mine now.. just need a few.. minor adjustments!"

"Speech"