Firestone Hot Springs Texas heat

Hey, you! *tackles*

Each time she finished a patrol, Koontz took a break on the bluff overlooking the hot springs. There she sat just now, gray tail wound around her haunches, panting heavily as a result of both the long circuit and the hot sunshine. While she rested, she lifted her right forepaw and inspected a small gash on the underside of her paw. Tempted to lick (or even chew) it, she put it back down on the ground. Wish we had a medic, she thought.

Deciding that a visit to one of the territory's water sources was in order—she could use a drink and she also needed to cleanse the cut on her paw pad—Koontz rose and began to turn toward the wood. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement and turned toward it instead. Pale eyes clapped upon a white wolf moving toward the hot springs below. She tried to place him—she knew many burly white wolves, after all—but he appeared to be another stranger.

Deciding that the hot springs might actually be the best place to wash the dirt out of her paw, Koontz changed course and began to pick her way down the edge of the plateau toward the spring. "Hey there," she called in an amiable voice as she descended, her voice sounding a little breathless. She wanted to look up to see if she'd caught his attention, yet Koontz's eyes remained trained on her own feet as she carefully navigated the sloped pathway leading down from Blacktail Deer Plateau.