Firestone Hot Springs how to feel the heat

Goldhawk was torn between continuing his patrol of the borders and proceeding into the neighbouring land so that he could search for any signs of lone wolves or spies. He stood tall, one ear twitching a little as he swiftly thought through the benefits of each — and then he made up his mind when he caught scent of another Neverwinter wolf to the Southeast. It seemed another patroller was on this route too, and this convinced Goldhawk that it was safe for him to let his sense of duty lead him beyond the border to see if there was anything there that might threaten the fledgling pack.

It was quickly clear from the unseasonal heat of the pretty area that a hotspring sprung nearby, but the smell of sulphur made it more obvious than ever. His poncey nose twitched with a mixture of distaste and curiosity, and he was slightly surprised to see the sudden appearace of two wolves — one ebony and gosh darn pretty, the other a small-sized mash of black and white. Both were young, and both unfamiliar. Two wolves so close to the borders of Neverwinter... this was a situation worth noting, but hardly a threat. So Goldhawk was his usual amiable self, and of course the first thing he commented on was the smell. Oh my dizzy aunt, please tell me that wretched smell is the sulphur. You two young 'uns don't look anywhere near as whiffy.