Firestone Hot Springs It was the wicked and wild wind

He heard the approach and turned, though without alarm. It hadn't sounded like an aggressive movement and Luke's friendly demeanor only served to prove that. As a result, Dante didn't rise from where he was, though his tail thumped agreeably in return. The stones were comfortable and the warmth great for relieving tension. "There's no better place for it," he confirmed.

"Name's Dante. You come for the relaxation, or are you already sufficiently 'laxed'?" He asked with a hint of a smile. Luke didn't seem overly happy, but nor was he obviously burdened. It was sometimes hard to tell with strangers exactly where their thoughts lay, though it was happily clear that violence wasn't on the table. On the way here he'd halfway worried someone had snapped up a claim on these springs over the winter's pass.