Firestone Hot Springs closer to nowhere

Grayday picked his way through the hotsprings once again, craving the heat of the pools. Three days, he'd been kept up by the fully-healed wound on his leg. Three nights, and it didn't seem to be getting any better. Though the weather had been mild, the Morningsiders had often been waking up to frost in the grass. The colder it got, the more his leg ached - and it was looking like it might be another bad winter.

But the male had kept quiet about his hurts, thus far, not wanting to worry his family. Instead, he simply slipped down to the hotsprings as often as he could, grateful for the water's ability to soothe his aching haunch.

With a tired groan, he waded into one of the smaller, shallower ponds and laid down in the water, resting his chin on the stone ledge of the pool. He did not notice the dark shewolf that laid several yards away.