Sawtooth Spire A Little Push

Did he note it? He must have, with his equal level of intrigue. What it could be she could not begin to guess. She had little to no experience with hot springs at all that they would come to her mind off the bat. He called to her again, and she moseyed through the wide-enough space to his location, and when she entered the same cave he had, she was hit in the face with a sudden, surprising wave of warmth. It was not so offensive now as it would have been in the Summer... and at present, she welcomed it. Comfortable was right.

Her eyes shifted to his as his did to hers. Ears flipped as she looked beyond... the cave seemed limitless, and the water supply, too. Where did this end and begin? It was not something she really needed to explore, just know of... and then, she also had her answer as to why the earth above was so warm. She doubted the place made for good fishing, but Tonravik saw it would give them more use than that when their bones were too chilled. A difficult feat for one so thickly-furred as her, fashioned for the season... but she could always appreciate extra warmth when the earth offered it. Her tail waved, before she turned back to explore the upper reach of this place again... more extensively, this time, having the basic understanding that it offered more than the eye could tell. She invited him along with a whuff, but would not fault him if he wanted to observe the river moreso than they had.