Firestone Hot Springs Back To You, Voice in My Head

We can make that happen! Just say when and where!

Kero'd given an answer. For now, it was a firm no. He wasn't deciding. Kero still wanted to know what all of his options looked like. Location. Values. Other qualities that would end up making a difference. He wouldn't know what that looked like until it happened. Someone had told him finding the right pack should have been easy. Kero knew now there was more to it. Maybe he wouldn't truly fit in anywhere.

They were done here. Fitz excused himself, slipping from the water's warmth with a few kind words. The male lingered for a moment and Kero filled the air. "You'll be the first to know." That seemed to satisfy the wolf for he turned and headed back towards his mountain. Kero lingered in the water, contemplating. One offer on the table. There were still more interviews to be had. 

Eventually he began to wonder if he was turning into a prune. He was thoroughly soaked by this point. Waterlogged didn't even begin to cover it. Alas, it was time for Kero to flee these springs and seek temporary shelter for the evening. He pulled himself out of the warmth and set off to do all the things a lone wolf had to do.