Firestone Hot Springs Relaxing and warming up

Blood. That was rather...ominous. But for someone with such a dark name, Mitanni thought he had a nice smile, one that was at odds with what she was intended to call him. Maybe it's the fur, she concluded, discreetly studying the startling red shade that covered his large body. Yeah, that had to be it.

Despite obviously disliking winged company, Blood warmed up to her fast--Maybe that's the hot springs talking--and answered her question without any hesitation. Her dark ears perked instantly as she heard him mention the canyon, but politely she waited, pinning her thought until she could speak. Mitanni knew of the canyon. She'd traveled right past it on her way here, purposefully. Did he know of the would-be pack that was camping there? Might she have accidentally stumbled upon another future member of that pack?

"It has been cold," she agreed, "bone chilling on some nights." She suddenly felt envious of his larger stature, feeling certain that it kept him warmer than her own slight frame did for her. But there was no use grumbling about physicality. "Makes this place paradise."

Mitanni paused, allowing a small silence before she ventured another question, curious as always, "So you've been by the canyon? I hear there's a group of wolves gathering there to move and form a pack somewhere else." There was no sense coming right out and saying she was a part of it yet. She'd yet to make that commitment in full, but she was curious to know Blood's take on the matter if he had one.