Firestone Hot Springs bade bade deshon mein

The Inuk’s being there was not outright declared as an issue, the notice of his presence being met with words. He was not against speaking—socialising—having ventured over great masses of land in his youth, meeting many in the process. Throughout his years of being involved, he’d come to learn the signs of nearly every emotion; should someone intend to attack him, he would know right away, his perception of the world around him having yet to falter. He knew the male to be inspecting him whilst his words tried to distract him, striking up a conversation. Kove was not bothered by this, having learned to expect it. “It is,” he agreed, glancing back towards the pool before him. “It’s good for the body, especially during this time of year.” Especially for him. Even though he’d sat up, essentially removing himself from the space immediately next to the water, he could still feel the overall warmth of the territory soothing his body.

Returning his gaze to the stranger, he caught a glimpse of something but looked no further into it; he didn’t feel threatened, so there was no point. Rolling a shoulder to loosen up his muscles, he asked, “What’s your name?” The array of scents that adorned his coat told of his place within a pack, though none of the smells were familiar to him. Such a great deal of time had passed since he’d last chosen to travel that he knew little of the packs that existed anymore. To be in the dark like that didn’t sit well with him but, he reminded himself, there was little he could do. His body was no longer equipped to go on long journeys away from home, and the thought of getting himself stuck somewhere was rather loathsome.