Emberflame Ridge no storms but all the friction

     Embry smiled at the sight: this new stranger now docile and sitting; contemplating the source of the crisped aspen. It stirred Embry to take a seat himself, though still far across the clearing, in which he listened to her commentary of thoughts.

     Nodding, he shrugged; golden coat shuddering at the movement. His thick fur gave off the impression of a juvenile bear.

     Lightning strikes? He raised his eyebrow. It was a good guess, but his own summonings had gathered that, indeed, no spot could be so holy as to be struck multiple times within such a brief period as this. After a few more moments of quiet speculation, he gazed back out across the breathtaking landscape. 

     "The thunder dome..." His oceanic orbs flashed upon contact with the large, incriminating volcano. "Of course! It's from a volcanic eruption." 

     And then, realizing how nerdy he sounded, he turned back to face the female with a haughty shake of his thick, aureate mane. "Finely deduced. We make a good team, eh?"