Firestone Hot Springs i'll check in tomorrow if i don't wake up dead

The cold whipped through her fur now, abrupt was the change from warmth to stunning chill. She shook, trembling in the mists. The sun-kissed girl was not made for winter, not made for this. The male spoke again, evidently ignoring her previous command, and she said nothing, though her stance did not falter. Her tail tucked closer still, and she remembered the feel of the man above her, and she found she could not believe the face of the man across her. 

And yet she could not flee, either. Where would she go? Not back to Tindome, certainly, for he had left her with the promise of a visit. She could sink back into solitude, but run the risk of the man finding her again. She whined, low and broken, swaying as she stared at the male without sound.