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As the yearling surveyed the craters to consider the theory Kaihra had proposed, the Theta focused again on matching her breathing to Amelie's as she thought over the implications of her theory. In all her travels, she'd never encountered topography like this. In the North all she had to worry about was ice and snow, but as she'd wandered South, that ice and snow had given way to a warmer climate, more mild than the harsh seasons of her homeland. She had attributed the changing temperatures to the sun in the sky, but what if they were partially the work of another sun no wolf could see? If they walked further South, would the land continue to fill with craters? Would the boiling water give way to flames? Would the entire world be on fire?

Kaihra felt the sudden urge to flee back to the Plateau, back North away from these lands heated by underground flames, but Amelie's reply made her pause. The yearling did not agree with her theory, and that was fine by her: Amelie could believe what she wanted. But a purpose? To these lands? She flashed the girl a skeptical look. "You think think they have one?" Maybe this was just how things were. You go North, you get ice. You go South, you get fire. You stay here, you get... something in between. At least the Plateau didn't seem to have any of these bubbling holes, though Kaihra vowed to triple check the territory once she got back from this place.