Nova
His head bobbing slowly in beat with the conversations going on around him, Nova's mind was nevertheless not focused on the conversation. Rather, he was grimly contemplating his chances in these fire mountains. The imagined danger quickly turned real, however, when the Kamarians spotted the enemy approaching. Nova was relieved to hear that the plan was to hide rather than fight, he wouldn't be much more use than a one-time shield to one of his allies. And even then, a shield wouldn't complain like he would.
Wobbling has quickly as he could over to the shadowy barrier, Nova hesitated for just a moment before he entered where the shadow wolves had gone. Plunging into the void, he was disappointed to find that the shield had done nothing to reduce the temperature. Though perhaps the air was a bit easier to breath, or was he just imagining that? Hard to tell when his nose was plugged up and his throat was already scratched with soot. These fire wolves certainly had a dirty element. Why couldn't it be pure and refined like ice? No wonder Prometheus wanted to conquer new lands. He was tired of eating every meal with a side of ash!
Eager to separate from the sniggering Blue, who had been relentlessly hounding him about his heat problem ever since they set paw on these slopes, Nova decided he would talk to Vesta when she entered the barrier. They hadn't really spoken much since that night in the woods he had chewed her out for exploding that tree near Blue, but Nova was genuinely curious to hear about the place she knew to eat around here. Now when she had lake, did she mean lake of lava? Sure it would be pretty, to some, but wouldn't your fur catch on fire? What kind of stuff was there to even hunt up here? When she entered, he would ask these questions. Between pants, that is.