Ouroboros Spine Black as Soot, Cold as Ice

The thought of fire by the water sounded strange to her. Didn't water smother fire? Wouldn't the spray from the ocean, or the dampness of the soil, stop a fire from spreading? The questions danced in her head, but she decided that she never wanted to know the answer to those question. At all. "I'll keep that in mind, but what makes the trees fire resistant? I thought trees burned easily." She had no real answers to these questions, for her, they were merely speculation. Hopefully Charon would answer well.

She stepped into the water of island's shore, her paws submerged. They were facing a different spot of the island now, but she could easily make her way back from here. It was Charon she was concerned about. "Where are you headed now? Back to the shore? Or are you going to explore some other spots?"