Firestone Hot Springs weary traveler, broken spirit

@Kieran Adrien or @Grayday maybe?

Warmth.

The shock of finally feeling anything besides the nagging bitterness of the cold was enough to stop Sorrel in her tracks before excitement and gratitude pushed her forward. All the time that she'd spent between leaving Maman and finding the springs had been miserable; between the fight for food and the struggle to keep herself in one piece against the frostbite, Sorrel was sure that she'd be dead long before she ever found the chance to get back home again.

Home.

The word felt so foreign; home had been so inconsistent, its meaning ever changing. From her childhood, all she carried now were names. Appearances had long been forgotten, as had any comfort that their images once provided. Kieran, she whispered, gently placing one discolored, blackened paw on the edge of the spring.