Sleeping Dragon ipsa scientia potestas est

She had been accepted to the pack not too long ago, and considered herself pretty satisfied with her choice. Things were going well -- getting adjusted, meeting other members, and not to mention the territory too. It was beautiful, dotted with geysers in which she hadn't seen very often despite her short amount of time spent in the area. For being on top of a volcano, it was actually rather pleasant. 

It was not too long until one of the geysers erupted, spraying boiling hot water up into the air. Luckily, she was too far away to be in danger, and witnessed the spectacle from a good distance. The initial eruption began to die down, the air turning to a misty haze of water droplets. Lucia grinned, wanting to get closer but also not wanting to scald herself to death. That would be an unfortunate way to go. Death by geyser. Not exactly honorable.

She ventured forward in attempts to find something else, and she found just that. It wasn't something else, but rather, someone else; he was a male by scent with thick, tawny fur. His scent also carried the familiar smell of her pack, the hackles that had subconciously raised at his presence laying back down. She had nothing to worry about. Lucia ventured forth again, this time re-routing towards the stranger. Maybe he would become friends with her, or at least the two could hold a conversation like she had done with Portia. She arrived a few feet in front of him, dipping her head in greeting.

"Hi, I'm Lucia. I just joined," she spoke.