Big Salmon Lake You're gonna need a bigger boat

@Luke, maybe? :)

She could hardly believe this was Big Salmon Lake. If not for the caldera in the distance verifying her location, Wildfire would have told Dante he was full of shit (or crap, since she wasn't much for swearing). The storm must have blown right through it. The water level was only half of what it once was, leaving a slick rim of muck around the reduced body of water. And there were dead fish everywhere. Having laid in the sun for over twenty-four hours (though the child still didn't realize how long she'd been missing), the place reeked.

Wrinkling her nose, Wildfire thanked Dante and began trotting around the cesspool of a lake, eager to make her way directly toward the extinct smokestack in the distance. But as she reached the far side of the lake, the wind shifted, gusting against her back and forcing the rancid smell deep into her nose. Wildfire couldn't help it; she stopped dead in her tracks to suddenly heave up a puddle of yellow bile.