Qeya River here come the church mice trying too hard

sorry for the delay, work/life is chewing me up right now

Mojave wished she could have given her a better idea of what geysers really looked like. She had tried to get up close, tried being the operative word here, but had been stopped. With good reason, at that, as she didn't wish to entirely partake in the horrific experience of melting off her face. And her fur. And probably other things.

But at the question that her new found companion had posed, the best she could do at first was offer a drawn out hmm. "I don't know," she said with a cant of her head, but she was hardly deterred. "We could go looking for one, maybe? There's bound to be something around here that's cool enough to see," and preferably, one that didn't require them going back towards a pack. She doubted Thuringwethil would have appreciated visitors; instinct told her it wasn't the wisest decision she could make. Her eyes scanned the horizon beyond them.

"What do you think?" came her final prompt, this time with wandering eyes to Sasha.