Firestone Hot Springs and our throats were bare for god

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she left the coast, traveling forward still-- further than she'd ever been. her travels had always been to the west, and now her paws led her east. her fur was more disheveled that she'd had liked it to be, but slowly the pale sylph began to keep up with herself again. no longer was she dusted with dirt and debre that she didn't bother to clean-- she was white and luminous again. the scout-- dare she call herself once more-- came across a sight, one she was a bit surprised to see. hot springs, something she herself hadn't seen in ages. it smelled a bit funky, she'd admit, but one toe dip in and the smell was ignored. her tail wagged a bit, enthralled with the warmth, though she was forced to pause when she noticed that the small pile of rocks in this particular pool was actually a wolf.

her nose twitched, but the pearl was only able to smell the springs themselves-- his scent completely disguised. cautious, she took a few steps into the water, it's warmth welcoming and much needed-- her legs ached from her travels-- but her eyes remained solely on the stranger, not willing to risk her life for a few minutes in the water.