Firestone Hot Springs Sweet mother, Sweet mother

The silence hung, not completely awkward but a little uncomfortable, as he tried to decide whether to attempt to find another spot or take a stab at this one. Before he could come to a definite conclusion, however, she called him out on his reluctance. He stepped warily over, her smirk setting him ill at ease for some reason.

"I'm sorry for intruding. I just needed a place to think." To forget, more like, at least for a while. He didn't state that last part though. It was none of this stranger's business, the troubles of his pack. Old habits died hard and Dante would never even hint at his own pack's state of affairs to a wolf of another pack. What would have brought death in his homeland could still cause dire consequences here. He wasn't willing to take that chance.

Picking a pool next to the one that she was in, he stepped into the water, closing his eyes in appreciation as the warm liquid soothed his tired muscles. Maybe once Peregrine was feeling a bit better he could be convinced to tread across the borders as far as here. It would probably do wonders for his leg. Opening his eyes, he studied his newfound companion, trying to get a read on her. It wasn't easy.