Firestone Hot Springs communication is key

the hot springs intrigued Casmir. he padded in their direction, checking behind himself to see that he was not followed. the boy was a little too young to be wandering, but that had not stopped him before; perhaps he would set himself to exploration, as the eventual leadership of the pack did not interest him. he arrived with a frisky air besetting his lanky frame; a sudden spurt of steam startled the boy, and he leapt aside, guard hairs bristling, before he calmed himself.

there was a wolf there, the Mayfair boy noticed quickly, a creature of mint and moonlight -- and he was lying in the water! surprised, Casmir padded closer, eyes widening. why didn't the wolf burn? "Doesn't that hurt?" he called, cocking his head to one side.