Firestone Hot Springs 'cause I don't want your mercy

AW.. Guess who made it baaaack

The agouti wolf was thin—lanky from the duration of his time as a lone wolf. His lips set in a straight line, his eyes glinting with the very hunger that reverberated in his stomach. His movements were sinuous, predator-like, despite his willow-y size. The cool morning air stirred small puffs of condensation from his mouth, before he began to take pause over the hot springs before him, his tongue sliding across his inked lips.
 
His muzzle tipped to the side as he stilled, an ear flicking forward in mild alarm as steam coiled from some of the strange crevices in the earth. With narrowing eyes of fiery amber, the Ostrega began to prowl forward, his nose twitching as he caught scent of the damp air, and finally looked over his first hot spring pool. His lip curled up at what seemed unnatural to him – the moist heat rolling from the water causing his ears to splay back to his skull.

yisyisyis sorry for terrible post wanted to be here asapso did on phone

Siqsa knew after his fight with his sister that he would have much more independence. Yet now that the yearling had that independence, he had come to learn he wasn’t any better at it than anyone else. He was a bit more peeved that she had worked him up to such an unacceptable degree; she knew better. She was nothing without him. And it was then he wished death upon her and anyone else who decided to befriend or even partner her.

Dark shimmer highlighted in azure glint, his fur shone from his telling case of eating well. He was an apt hunter, and well beyond that of needed a partner to back him. Siqsa knew small prey were much easier to catch by yourself, but with his luck he had managed to cross an elk’s fallen form. It had been ripped apart and spread open for him, and him alone. Or he told himself this, rather. He ignored the fact that all the meaty chunks had been shredded along with the rank whiff of bear musk. As long as he dined, then that was all that mattered. And he did. Enjoyed every morsel of it.

So as of his now, the garnet topaz gaze of his scouted ahead of his nares, while swiveling auds  kept track of nearer organisms. He didn’t desire to part too far from the location of the ursine’s kill, but he needed to himself where his new bearings would lie. That carcass wouldn’t last...
he would need a pack, and soon.

“Damn“, he cursed to himself. 

But on he skated, growing limbs keeping him moving towards warmer lands. Literal warmer lands. Turning his stare down, he narrowed those hot gems at the land, perplexed himself at the heat rising from the unseeable depths.  Lucky for him, another soul was nearby. Even luckier for him, the soul was packless. Gave him less to worry about. 

 

“Hey“, his near murmur chuff went direct to the lanky counterpart. He swaggered up with a confident air; youth was on his side and the fact that he had retrieved his health from a full meal was even more ego boosting. Siqsa wanted answers. ”What is this place?“