Firestone Hot Springs caught in a daydream

She had finally found the headwaters that led inland, and followed them relentlessly. Her torso ached from the toil of overwork, but she bore the pain without complaint. A grimace etched her face, the only visible sign of the sharp pain she felt with every fall against the ground.

These lands held something familiar, but no matter how long she pondered, that familiarity taunted a stretch beyond her grasp. Even the great plateau she left behind her filled her with the feeling the answer should be easy - but of course, with everything in life, finding the answer wasn't so simple.

Frustrated and worn, the leviathan turned aside and, for the first time since finding the headwaters, unglued herself from the river's edge. Her brain ached and her body felt sore from travel, no closer to finding what she was looking for than when she had followed the sand. The cold didn't quite help to boost her morale, but after some roaming she felt a swell of warmth, which she proceeded to follow with eager steps. Soon enough she herself approaching a collection of nasty smelling pools, yet the heat beckoned her sore legs to rest and unwind before setting off again. Another seemed to have the same idea, and the woman turned her crystalline eyes upon the resident by the water, a wolf bathed in cinnamon and cream. "I hope I'm not interrupting," but if she was, she had no intent on moving. The leviathan had already taken her own spot by the pools, and turned a curious eye upon her company.