Firestone Hot Springs Tired mechanical heart beats till the song disappears.

Cry chuffed an affirmation to her, shaking his pelt free of any settled stiffness within the hairs. Once the dark sheathed man was free of debris and sleep, he padded forward.

"We're going to rest a bit at the spring. You already bested me at the Ranger sect of life, but this is just so soon," he scantly jested.

Cry began making his way towards the bubbling liquids, steam rushing from the tops of the mineral waters.
It was then he heard the familiar sounds of a voice throwing itself near them, and he let out a short howl to reveal his position.

His sister was on her way.