Every single nerve in him spoke the truth; he was very far from his destination. If he were to be honest.. he didn't even know there was a volcano in Evelon, which was nothing more than proof of his ignorance. Every paw step was agonizingly painful mentally for Arien. He wasn't wounded in physically, however was wounded at the soul. This place was like one big maze for him, he was truly and utterly lost, and to top it off.. he was hot.
The presence of ash was everywhere. He could smell it, taste it, and saw few specks on the wind every now and then, blowing past like hot flakes of snow. He flicked his tail, and the Albie continued trekking through the Nori, trying desperately to find a way out.
He was now starting to regret being alone.
Arien used his muscles to push his way up a steep, but otherwise low side of a cliff. Not aware of any presence near him, and more unaware of being so close to a 'home' of sorts to other creatures (Who could live here?) he felt there was probably nothing else in this volcanic maze and finally decided to collapse upon the dirt. Or ash, whatever it was. None of it mattered to him. The only thing that did was rest.
"This makes no sense.. it's like this thing doesn't end." He panted out. Arien had not kept track of how long he'd been here.
Then again, he had a tendency to exaggerate anyway.
As the wind made another slightly caress against his body, he savored what little 'wind' was here, he heard a voice riding on it into his now alert ears. Lifting his head, he began to wonder if he was hallucinating, as one would in a dessert. How could he have not sensed something living in this volcano?
Perhaps it was the ash, which seemingly clogged up all of his senses. Arien stood now, and suddenly felt as if he had slightly high hopes. Just maybe he wasn't alone? Maybe he could find someone to help him out of this god-forsaken place after all.