The molten river that flows through the mountains is close to the surface in the rolling hills here, exposure to the open atmosphere cooling it considerably. The surface is almost completely clogged up with cooled chunks of metal, and only occasionally is the dull red glow from an eddy of fully melted magma seen. At some time in the distant past, some cataclysmic event caused the river to overflow its banks, spreading ripples and swirls of metal in a fan-like pattern as far as the optic can see. Medium-sized, misshapen lumps mar the graceful swirls of the petrified flood. Perhaps a pack of turbo-wolves - or something else - couldn't escape it in time.