Laksha's POV:
We stay at the top of the volcano, Laban holding the milk carton while the pixie sits on it, flexing her wings as she casually waits for her stomach to settle from drinking so much. She drank the entire thing, and it was bigger than her.
But, hey. We change into wolves when we want to.
Below us was the low crater, lava turning at a rate unknown to this place for years.
It wasn't right.
This volcano wasn't supposed to be active as it is right now.
The sound of growling catches our attention in the darkness and we make eye contact, trying to stay on the same page for the entire mission. We look across the sunken peak, where a small pond was earlier in the year, and see two conical rock formations, something struggling while attached to the larger one.
We spot another fig
