The Magma River

"But we can't do it!" Fire swirled through the valley as thick lava poured out of the volcano far away. Rivers of magma trailed through the chaos as wolves fled to safety, scrambling every which where. "We have to!" Two wolves, new parents, spluttered to each other, arguing over the rising of the flames. between them lay a tiny basket, next to a stream of lava. "Who knows what will happen? We can't let her go!" The father spluttered, panicking. "You can't do this any more than I can. I.... I have a feeling.... She will be safe... I know she will..." The mother stared at the father sympathetically, exchanging baskets. Fire shimmering on her rusty pelt, the mother picked up the basket, setting it sadly into the lava. The swirling, thick current whisked the basket slowly away, the two wolves gazing and gazing at it. Curled in that tiny basket was a lump of fur, the color of the flickering flame itself. Jagged black striped etched down her body. She floated in her tiny basket, over the horizon. Only fate itself would take the newborn somewhere.... the question was - where would it take her?