Firestone Hot Springs It was the wicked and wild wind

Unfortunately, the man would not be joining him in the spring, but this did not bother him. "If I knew you better, I'd drag you in," Luke nodded his tail swishing across the surface of the spring in a wag. It was a joke, but he meant it, though sometimes it did not matter if he knew someone before he'd set about such actions. Case by case, he made his choice.

"So Dante," he followed up, not content to allow silence to settle between them. Others struggled to make small talk but the blue-nosed wolf could almost always find something to spur the conversation to continue. "Where you from?" He thought he could detect something familiar in the wolf's scent, but was not certain.