The Magma River - Part 2

The flame-pelted wolf's tiny head appeared over the rim of the basket, floating and swirling down the river of lava. She slowly scanned her burning valley, confused, the flickering firelight dancing and shining in her brown eyes. Suddenly, the tiny kit caught sight of her parents, standing solemnly on the edge of the river. Her father, unable to look, stumbled away. The tiny kit's mother stared at her, mouthing unreadable, silent words. The kit barked, squealing at her mother. The wolf stared at her paws and dashed off into the fire. This left the poor stranded kit wailing in the dark, with only the river to decide it's fate.