Moonspear like the legends of the phoenix, all ends with beginnings

As he followed her, he wondered what it was that she had in mind. So far she had been full of surprises. While he wasn't about to discover all the mysteries she held, learning about a few of them would keep him intrigued for some time. As silence came between them in their shirt jaunt, his gaze wandered ahead of the course they took to draw in the scenery. In daylight, Moonspear was impressive. The height of the jagged crag seemed to rival the memories of the mountains he had been born near. They were heights that Dirge hoped to explore in due time, at least once he felt he had secured his place within the pack for the winter.

And entertaining those thoughts was a passing thing as well, for the sound of rushing waters grabbed after his attention. It seemed Hydra was calling him dirty after all. But what revealed itself to them around the next rocky bend was not some stout waterfall—it was steam. Like a humid curtain, it seemed to pull away from the pair as they started across the damp stones... which were warmer than Dirge would have thought for winter. The concept of what they really were was lost on him for a moment, almost until Hydra had dipped her toes in the warm pool.

"How luxurious of your pack to have hot springs too," he commented. It humored him; he would have never guessed a bold tongue to get him this far, or to find that there were little treasures like these. He would have never found it on his own, at least not as long as a pack laid claim here. Not wasting another moment, he too slipped into the pool to come alongside her. It was not a difficult thing to adjust to, as where the water felt cool it betrayed the warmth it held at its stony bottom.