Lone Star Mountain i asked your name, you asked the time

Eleuthera was quick to dismiss the two foreign wolves, not at all concerned with the fact that they hailed from a nearby pack and had created a ripe opportunity for the girl to learn some facts about their new neighbors — it surely would have impressed her mothers and lily and delight — but Eleuthera decided she couldn’t care less about the boy who took too much offense to her words and the girl who wanted to devour her newest toy. It seemed as though they wanted to leave, and rightly so. They would find no imposition from Eleuthera. 

She turned away from the duo one final time to regard the fox fully, and she made quite a pompous show of doing so. “Right??????” the lilac girl answered him, loudly enough that there was no way the other two miss how much she didn’t care. Her annoyance was fleeting, as it always was, and soon Eleuthera’s attention went back to the main topic at hand: volcanoes, fire and the possibility of imminent death. 

“Wait, so,” she asked, eager to glean as much information from the little red encyclopedia as she could.  “The mountain hides fire? Where? Inside?”