Sleeping Dragon Unpredictable

The geyser fields became a popular refuge for the hybrid as the cold set in. He had joined at the tail end of the cold season; he had yet to experience a full winter in the Wilds. He expected that his time in Yellowstone would prepare him for this; he might be wrong for all he knew, but he came to the geysers to burn off the frost, chase away the cold from his bones especially after a rigorous morning patrol.

He tentatively dipped a toe in the boiling water, unsure if it would be like a hot spring. His foot jolted out at the stark heat; he shook it vigorously, his baby blue eyes briefly catching a glimpse of Wildfire nearby. He let out a soft, slightly pained whine, but his tail shook in greeting.