Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

Haha, yeah, that would be a pain in the dick. I don't even know where most people would keep things like flashlights either? Ours is just randomly wherever...

Key wrinkled her nose in disgust, yet nonetheless agreed to accompany Koontz. The yearling laughed quietly at the other female's expression, then waved her tail to show that she was glad for the company. "I don't know how well you knew Mo, but it reminds me of her—the smell, I mean," Koontz quipped. "I'm sure you knew her well enough to know she would never be considered a girly girl."

Turning, she began to lead the way back through the hot spring, her nose twitching at the subtle, vaguely foul odor that seed to permeate the muggy air here. "It literally smells like someone walked through here passing gas. I think Mo would've called it 'crop-dusting,' if I recall correctly." It occurred to her that Koontz might be making Key uncomfortable with her references to her gaseous mother, so she lapsed into silence then, lowering her head to comb her nose over the fragrant, moist earth underfoot.