The thought of volcanoes easily drifted from the young woman's mind. Frost's assurance was enough for Nadya to not question it any further. It was perhaps the least of their concerns at the time anyhow. The ride was long and her legs and hips ached from the still awkward position of riding. Nadya never uttered a single complaint though. Her fingers remained firm in their grip of Frost's mane and her gaze steady on the horizon. It was in that blank reverie that Frost's voice slipped into her mind as he detoured them to the rocky waterline. The gigantic waterfall and the rainbow it produced in that large misty halo was beautiful. Nadya took that stilled moment to shift in the saddle to ease the ache in her body. "Ten thousand?" It was a hard number to wrap her mind around. How could one place have so many and still have dry land?

Her internal musings subsided as Frost led them along the waterline back out onto the vast rocky plains. There were very few times that she questioned his history but it was hard to ignore how little she knew now that they were in his homeland. Frost could have easily chosen not to answer it but he so rarely ever denied her. It so often made her chest ache hearing the answers though; a reminder of just how blessed she had been to fall into a loving adoptive pack. Her grip tightened slightly in his mane hearing him recall those harsh memories. It truly gave all the more fuel to her desire in their current quest. These hunters needed to be taught a lesson. "You didn't tell anyone? Did your mother know you were leaving?" Would his mother even expect his return, perhaps thinking him lost to the outside world forever? As a mother she knew she'd be heartbroken in both circumstances, her child being harmed and then disappearing. Then again she was pretty sure she'd be dead for killing any hunters who touched her child. She couldn't imagine the feeling a mother must have not being able to protect their child in that way.

Nadya readjusted her hold on Frost's mane to ensure she was ready for the increase to a canter. It was far less jostling than a trot but still required her to balance accordingly so as to not get tossed off. There was hardly any reason to the surge in her boyfriend but in their time together she knew of these urges to simply run and let them take their course. She was intrigued though by the black sand beach he spoke of, having never known sand could naturally come in that color.

She was glad for when his pace slowed until they finally came to a halt. The sun was low in the horizon and the chill was fighting against Frost's ability to keep it at bay. Carefully Nadya dismounted, feeling the creak in her muscles at having been in the same position for nearly the whole day. "I'll do the fire. If I try to get the tent up we may end up sleeping under the stars." It wasn't a bad view to have but it wasn't exactly sleep under the stars kind of weather either. The tent had far too many parts for her to try and figure out right now. Nadya unhooked their bags from where they were slung over either side of the stallion's hips before working on the saddle. Before setting to work on getting a fire together she set out Frost's clothes which she had dutifully tucked away into her backpack when he had shifted.

As the sun set, the stars took their place in the sky. It was a new moon with barely a shadow of a ring where the orb should hang in the sky. Nadya was sitting back on the soft earth looking up when like a silent crack of a gun, color exploded across the sky in dancing hues of green and pink. The young woman's eyes lit up in awe at the display, a quick glance towards Frost given before she stood and wandered a few paces closer to that waters edge. The glassy surface of the water giving it a mirror-like reflection of the mountain range and dancing sky. Nadya vaguely remembered something about what this was from her high school science class...something about atoms and energy. Whatever it was was breathtaking. "Does this happen every night?" Nadya made her way back to Frost to settle at his side, taking comfort in his presence and stolen warmth as she continued to look up at the sky.

"After this...do you think we'd ever be able to come back? I mean, will it be safe to come back?" Would hunters be scoured everywhere ready for him to come back again? "...If we have a child..I'd want us to be able to come back...for it to be able to see all this." It hadn't been hard to notice how comfortable Frost had become when his feet hit his homeland. She wished for any child they had to be able to see where it came from, to know the beauty of its homeland. Frost had given her a glimpse of their possible future together and it was something she would hold on dearly to.