Firestone Hot Springs making faces in the clouds

As gleefully excited as he was for the upcoming autumn, Maverick was quite the wussy when it came to cold temperatures. Sure, autumn meant it was time for wooing the ladies and proving his worth to the other bulls, but come the first snowfall, his massive frame was sure to be holed up in some abandoned den. It was, to him, only logical to be uncomfortable in the snow. What good was the grass if it was covered, and how much more difficult was it to flee from predators? It was frustrating to herd his cows during the wintry months, but he was as diligent of a bull as they came. It was simply when the women weren't looking that he turned into a miserable sot. But hey, whatever he did on his own time was none of their concern.

Rumors had reached him of this new area hiding springs somewhere beyond the flatlands. His interest had been immediately piqued and, claiming that he was scouting for potential grazing areas for his herd, swiftly broke away. It didn't take long before the male's nostrils flared with the pungent aroma of a predator, but his curiosity quickly did away with any mild concern floating around in the back of his mind. A white blob in the distance became his target that eventually morphed into the form of a young she-wolf. Wolf or not, Maverick loved the ladies. "'Ey yo, wolflin', you seen any hot springs up in here?" The bull hovered a safe distance away, but his arrogance was evident in the casual stance he held while facing down something that would, under different circumstances, want to nom on his insides.