Sleeping Dragon we'll watch as time tumbles down

"Oh," Mojave said as a quick explanation came forward. Well, she wasn't interested in getting scalded trying to check out a mystery plume from the ground, so it was an easy feat to begin turning back. Though perhaps on the way back, there may have been a little more haste in her step to get away. She made her way towards the she-wolf, at which point she actually took in a good look of her—were those spots on her? They were fascinating, instantly; the perfect distraction from the spot of embarrassment she had just worked herself into.

"Sorry, I didn't know what that was all about," she still found herself saying, casting a look back to the geyser in all its glory. "I just wanted to see it up close and—" almost on cue, the geyser erupted behind her. She missed seeing it, her own gaze having come back around to her speckled packmate. Her expression flat-lined, eyes staring off into the unknown in an instant. Her tail made a swift dip briefly between her hocks.

"Oh wow," came her voice flatly, "that was close wasn't it."