Nova
The heat was becoming unbearable for the Ausi. Ever since they had entered they had entered the slopes of the Vulcan Mountain's, Nova's thick fur had worked to trap the hellish volcanic heat against his body. He felt like he was being baked. More and more often, he was having to douse himself with a sheen of frost to try and cool his body down. It brought temporary relief, but it always quickly melted away, leaving him looking wet and ragged. Why couldn't Rashid have set up in the Sharikeres? At least there he would be cool, and his fur wouldn't be actively trying to kill him. These fire mountains were going to be the death of him.
His tongue dry from non-stop panting, Nova tried to stay in the rear of the group so that the others wouldn't have to stare at his pathetic self as they made their way along. There could be worse places to be in the column. Fang invariably took up the rear, and so at least there was always a decent wolf to talk to. When Nova was between gasps, anyway.
Speaking to the Kamarian while still looking ahead, Nova tersely commented "I hope this whole overthrowing-a-tyrant thing is a quick job." Heh, like it was ever that easy. The Ausi wasn't even sure how they were going to do it. A squad of ten against an entire army? Sure they only had to take down one wolf. But how were they going to get to him? An army of wolves had two times that number of eyes, and there was, well, an Ausi's chance in a volcano that they were going to make it past them all.