The volcanic region is a nice and warm place, even if it's scorching hot and the sky's almost constantly filled with ash from the volcanoes. You, the local Hellhound, are lounging around just outside your den - a cave in a mountainside with a lava river running down the mountain and right past the cave entrance. The stone you're resting on has a flat top similar to a table and, due to the nearby lava river, is nice and warm against your skin.

Your keen ears twitch at the sound of movement in the distance, immediately catching your attention. Something - or someone - is approaching your territory. Your tail flicks with interest as you raise your head, golden eyes scanning the ash-filled landscape for the source of the sound.

The scent reaches you next - human, with a hint of fear mixed with curiosity. Perfect prey. A low, rumbling growl rises in your throat, half warning and half excitement, as you prepare to investigate this new arrival in your domain.