Firestone Hot Springs that something's just missing

The sheepdog had, in fact, decided to stick around the hot springs a while longer. Prey seemed less than abundant, however, and sleeping near the pools was only warm for so long, until the vapour froze on her fur and ice numbed her skin. The warmth and relief from the cold they provided, had kept her tethered here for the time being, however. 

Poppy had been exploring the pools south of the few she had chosen, coming across the woman as she submerged herself fully into the pool. For a moment, she'd thought her a dog with her odd colours, and even through the mists, the sheepdog could tell the woman was beautiful. But no, she was a wolf, for the distinct odour of wildness and earth clung to her. Still, "hello!" she chirped, tail wagging slightly at her hindquarters, mouth slightly agape as the dog tried her utmost to appear friendly, waiting to see if this woman was one of the good lot, or the bad.