Whisker stared at the sea of lava, the heat burning his face. He looked around, unable to make sense of where he was. How could lava be so close to land and not have the entire thing burn to ashes? How could so many poisonous plants be in one forest that was so close to this much heat?
He looked toward the sky, seeing a thick smog that covered everything.
'There's not even any sunlight, but these plants couldn't have grown without it,' he thought. Things only got weirder and weirder for him. 'I have to get out of this place.'
Something about the place worried him more than the poison or the lava. There was something around him, a type of aura that he couldn't explain. He couldn't sense it through any of his senses, including his spiritual sense. It was something that was nothing more than pure conjecture on his part, but he had a feeling he was being watched.
Something was out there, staring at him. Maybe it wasn't focused on him, but its gaze was placed in his general direction.
