Hellfire troubles

Well, this was a new area. Cavernous and fiery, some of the stoney floor was warm to the touch. Alaric found this place oddly peaceful, welcoming even. His orange eyes seemed to match the streams of lava in their outlandish glow. As if he belonged there. Past the smell, he knew he wasn't alone here. No, the smell of a grizzly bear soon entered his nostrils. It didn't smell happy, it smelt like it was starving. Uh oh. His hackles raised slightly. He knew a starving animal was a desperate one, as he himself had been in the same position many of times. The bear wouldn't hesitate in trying to add Alaric to the menu, that was for sure. Then, another canine scent entered his nose. His gaze flickered and looked for the owner. When he spotted them, they looked like they belonged here just as much as he did with their pelt colors. He could almost chuckle at the irony.

"Do you smell the bear?" Alaric barked out of the unsuspecting traveler. Surely they did, right? Only, he didn't have much time else to say anything before his eyes landed on the bear itself. He froze in his tracks, a low growl forming in his throat. He snapped a look at the stranger. "It's either run or fight." He told them bluntly. The bear was already sizing them up.