Firestone Hot Springs It was the wicked and wild wind

When it came to hot springs, it was possible to have too much of a good thing. Luke was beginning to feel his body flush uncomfortably. What had been warm and inviting was now simply too hot, and so he bounded ashore after Dante's answer. He gave his plush coat a good shake, then took a seat. To Dante's question, he shifted his mouth and gave a bit of a shrug.

"I make do," he said. "It's not my preference. I'm too much of a social bug," he laughed. Suspecting that the gray man may be looking to recruit him, he added, "but hopefully I won't be a loner much longer. I will be joining a friend of mine's pack, which hasn't formed yet." If it was not formed by the fall, however, it was entirely possible that Dante would find a blue-nosed wolf knocking at the plateau's door.

He had vowed not to spend another winter alone.