Frostfire Ridge But she can't be convinced

set today

There was an interesting scent to the Ridge; not a pleasant one, but one that she had never smelled before. Sulfur. She ambled around the area, which was littered with rock formations that piled up in places, and in other times, the ground was smoothe, but showed lines as if it had once been flowing. What she didn't realize was that she was walking on a dormant volcano, peacefully slumbering through the winter. Not until a light puff of smoke drifted in her direction, tinged with the same sulfuric scent. 

She looked up, to see not so much a lone peak, but a ledge which was likely a part of the volcano's mouth. There was little movement in the ground beneath her feet, and the softwood forests in the area were lush and vibrant; indicative that the volcano likely hadn't erupted in quite some time. 

She prowled through the woodlands, made curious about the area by the potential it might one day again erupt.