King

The brown wolf's long legs trotted along the west side of the river. A light dusting of snow covered the ground after the deep layers had melted the week before. The weather was unpredictable, but stayed chilly.

Stopping to look at the hot springs, Rob reluctantly turned and wandered to the edge of the thick, warm air. He sat himself so cold was prickling his back while a strange warmth covered his face and chest.