Firestone Hot Springs Tippity-Toppity-Top

ingram watched as the male became aware of his presence: he wrestled with a barely perceptible smirk as the stranger paused and looked about him first. ingram found it wryly amusing -- why he could not say -- perhaps because he, small as he was, was hardly a threat for a bird, let alone an adult wolf.

the red wolf's movement in the water caused small steaming ripples to lap around the stone's edge; ingram found the heat inviting, but did not relish the cold that would seep in his bones once he left the water's touch. "hm, better not." he declined, though he did want to rid himself of the cold that bit his ankles. "i'll be too cold when i get out." he offered in secondary thought, lest the stranger think he had refused on principle of another wolf partaking in the waters. "i'm ingram. who are you?"