Firestone Hot Springs come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones

ooc: a very nice piece of poetry. :)

"Thank you. That was interesting... and see you, whenever that is destined to happen," Birk told to the she-wolf, before she left him alone at the springs. He stayed there for quite some while after that, thinking over the story she had told him using an odd way of doing so. He was unfamiliar with poetry or anything like it.

After and hour or two he too left the grounds to continue his journey South.