Redhawk Caldera haunted

It was amazing to learn of the history of this place, although the pale youth wondered warily if he was telling the truth or not. Wolves tended to spin tales larger than truth. His answer was elaborate and he explained things by hand of fire. She had not seen fire, but she knew from stories what fire was, so she nodded when he asked that question and then continued his story of the exploding mountain.

This was a mountain? the spirit questioned, though he had already answered the question. She sounded as if she thought the story a bit far-fetched, but then again, it did look a bit like a mountain without top. She looked at him inquisitively, hoping to catch a glimmer of whether he spoke the truth. Did you see it? she repeated, then realising she should clarify: Somewhere else? Maybe not this mountain, but another, perhaps? What would make a mountain's top blow off? It was all new and intriguing to the youth.