Sleeping Dragon Hiy hiy

It tasted like seawater. Wildfire wrinkled her muzzle, then jumped when she caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of her eye. Her head snapped upward to watch as a wolf stumbled into another nearby (spouting!) geyser, then tripped backward with a yelp. The Kappa's amber eyes widened slightly at the gush of sulfurous steam, though she tore her gaze away to glance at the wolf beyond.

Wildfire had never seen one like her. She immediately thought of the stranger as ugly, which made her lips twitch downward in guilt. As soon as the geyser finished spewing, the new Kappa took a tentative step toward the homely wolf. Her posture immediately adapted to reflect her rank in the pack; she was at the very bottom of the hierarchy, naturally, so her head and tail remained respectfully lowered.

"Are you okay?" she asked, wondering if the steam might have burned the other she-wolf.