Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

he grinned. "not all all. there is a dearth of interesting individuals in the world," he said simply. they approached the stream and he felt the coolness of the loam beneath his paws. refreshed by the mere touch, the man waded into the shallows, where the stream frolicked merrily o'ertop polished pebbles, its smooth surface broken only by the occasional leap of fish-fin. 

lowering his muzzle, taltos drew a few draughts of the water, and then thrust himself deeper into the stream, until it cascaded past his shoulders. the liquid was sunwarmed through, and he turned his face toward luke. "comfortable!" the man exulted, droplets trickling from chin and eartips.