Firestone Hot Springs the river's sins gonna wash me clean

She stared at the woman, already the image of pitiful fear; ears plastered to her crown and tail tucked close, the chill raking through her fur. Was she insane? The immediate answer would be no, but she hesitated, and let doubt creep into the hollow places of he thoughts. She made a soft sound as she contemplated the possibility before abruptly casting out from her mind, of half a mind to pull herself from the water, but the cold burned in a way the heat had not, and she remained half in and half out of the pool. "go away" came her words finally, shaky, near pleading.