Firestone Hot Springs It was the wicked and wild wind

He settled into the springs, allowing the hot water to wash across his shoulders and the rest of him, leaving just his head exposed. He was soothed already, and felt the heat loosen muscles he did not realize had been tensed. He flexed his toes against the bottom of the spring as the other man asked about his worries. Luke shook his head. He was a fairly open wolf, but he was not inclined to share the nature of his bothers with this fellow, especially when he was questioning them himself.

"Nah," he answered. It's all good, or it will be soon enough," he grinned, dipping his head beneath the water for the briefest of moments. His face and ears enjoyed the spring as much as the rest of him. "You not coming in?" he asked.