Firestone Hot Springs That'll be me.

Behati had watched the stranger enter the springs, noting the stiffness in her gait. She looked perturbed, presumably as a result of whatever was causing her pain, and Behati took this as a sure sign that she would not be attacked - at least not straight away. After a few run-ins with the Not So Friendly brigade, the young wolf had learned to stop and look before flouncing up to a complete stranger.

So she crept forward instead, weaving between the steaming pools like a snake. Zaria was half submerged, facing away from the oncoming wolf. Behati announced herself with a short bark, stopping a dozen meters short of the mountain wolf's chosen bathtub. "Isn't it really hot in there?" The pools varied in size and amount of bubbling, but the surface of each one was misty with heat.