Firestone Hot Springs i am heaven sent

It smelled like shit.
 
Like, literal, actual, probably on fire, flaming, burning, shit.
 
Why anyone would ever want to be around such a place—why such a place would even exist in the first place—was a mystery. Maybe it was God’s cruel joke. One of nature’s fucked up little happenstances. Whatever the explanation was, Daighre had zero interest in learning what it was.
 
He was more focused on—
 
Surviving.
 
Keeping the fuck away from the freaks that seemed to come from the woodwork at his every stop and turn.
 
And speaking of freaks—
 
Someone was nearby. He heard—rather than smelt—their presence. The weight and fall of their footsteps. His hackles bristled and he sneered, the corner of his upper lip peeled back to show his teeth, and he leered at them from down his muzzle.
 
“What.” It wasn’t a question.