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

The woman issued instructions, and the girl followed. It was so much easier to do than think, when thinking was a weary and heavy task. She slunk back into the water, gasping once as the warmth of the pool met the ice of her fur. This pool was burning, heat think and murky, and after the initial hurt and sting of cold meeting heat, the tension leeched out of her tightly wound body. The heat burned, burned away the filth all over her, the kind one couldn't see. The male had gone, searching for red flowers black centers, and her gaze shifted to the pool before her, breaths gradually becoming even.