Firestone Hot Springs take a break

Scimitar’s eye followed the youthful male as he pulled himself out from the water, shaking himself and stirring Scimitar’s ears to flick back slightly as he felt small droplets rain toward him – thankfully, the wolf had kept distance before doing so, else it might have stirred the large wolf forward to teach the younger wolf something about his elders.

It would seem the cinnamon agouti wolf’s tones had broken through something – the stranger introduced himself as Cam, offering to keep an eye out for them. It was of little relief – Scimitar’s faith had never been placed within wolves that traveled alone, nor many outside of his own ranks. Still, it was better than nothing. “Scimitar,” he offered, his own bright eyes now drifting from his companion and to study the area about them. Would Rannoch and Lucy have come this way?