Licking his chops in an effort to stave down his fear, Sol-Lun muttered a, "Be ready to move. I will tell you when" and closed his eyes, slowly moving into the volcanic upheavel that was the mind of Fute. It was so different than the mind of Elphie, foreign and not comfortable like he found her mind to be. But the path was there, laid out clearly before him, and so he followed it to where what was Fute ended and what was the Flames began.

Behind what appeared to him to be a wall of solid flame, lay the switch Sol-Lun would need to "flip" if what he wanted to accomplish were to happen. He stood, at the brink, his need to aid this wolf battling his desire to run from the Flame. The Wind brushed his pelt, then, reminding him of its protection and he blotted the flames from his mind's eye and leaped, landing safely on the far side.

Panting at the effort, he concentrated on the spot, opening his mind to the Flames and in doing so, opening Fute as well. The cackling voice of the Flames was frightning and so different from the smooth sounds of the Wind. He tried to tone out the words as he sent wave apon wave of heat into Fute's paws, using that and the Wind to ignite the brush.

He knew the other wolf would be wondering what was happening, knew he might even think Sol-Lun had fallen asleep, but he was too deep to offer explanations now. When the smell of burning entered his nostrils, his eyes shot open and he ordered, "Now! Jump back now!"

He hoped he had been fast enough, for shortly after he spoke, a small blaze sprang to life, dancing in the circle of stones.