Firestone Hot Springs Tippity-Toppity-Top

ingram watched as the male moved, an eyebrow (if wolves even had them? do wolves have them?) raised as the red wolf submerged half his muzzle underwater and laughed -- a part of ingram envied that engel could find ways to amuse himself. ingram thought himself much too serious for such antics.

as long as he was here, he might as well take a moment to rest -- while the copper colored wolf basked in the water, ingram found a divot in the surface of stone and granite and slid onto his sides, curling in a soot-colored ball of fluff. he trained his yellow eyes on his unexpected companion, considering how to answer. "i'm here by accident, kind of. well, i've been here before, but i wasn't coming here specifically." ever the succinct, wasn't he? "i'm here looking for wylla. she's my sister. she's silvery, maybe a your size, with a black face and eyes like me. you haven't seen her, have you?"