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Sasha listened, trying to decipher Mojave's description of a geyser. Thankfully, it wasn't an elaborate explanation -- almost on par with Sasha's definition of a viking. She smiled. Her grin turned to surprise as the she-wolf described the not-so-pleasent aspects of a geyser, like the parts where they could presumably "melt off one's fur". She shuddered, not even wanting to think of something like that.

"I was about to ask if you could show me one....but now, I'm not so sure," Sasha admitted with a small laugh. The curious side of her really wanted to see one, since a "hole in the ground" provided some visuals but not enough. However, the other side of her didn't want to risk possibly dying. Eventually, the curious side of her won over somehow, causing the girl to blurt out a question.

"Actually, do you know of any geysers around here? I was wondering if we could visit one." She paused. "Or just me, if you are busy with your pack things," she added, not knowing if the she-wolf's scouting trip was strictly planned out from start to finish.