Firestone Hot Springs stars are not here to be pretty

Large ivory paws stepped lightly as they  carried the weary loner all the way up river, even through the dull and niggling ache that had began to plague them as he strolled - still the young hybrid pressed onwards, ignoring his discomfort as he eventually found his curlean gaze peering at an unexpected hot spring just ahead. Finally! Was his first thought, the welcoming sight causing a smirk to tug at the corners of his mouth as a relieved sigh escaped him, the male's hot breath disappearing into the misty cold air as he began to hop his way along the warm stones that were laid upon the ground. 

He quietly weaved himself around the scattered pools that dotted the peaceful area, though it may have been tranquil, Flint was unable to ignore the sulphuric aroma that lingered here, because in all honesty - it reeked! His black leathery nose wrinkled at the invasive smell of rotten eggs entering his nostrils and as usual, Flint brushed the issue aside. His off white paws continuing further as he carried out his inspection - all the while holding back the urge to gag on occasion. Flint would get used to the smell eventually, hopefully within the time that he remained here as he roamed without an aim and also completely unaware of the company that too had visited these parts.