Firestone Hot Springs A little bit dangerous, a little bit sweet

Flicker had taken to wandering through the named Kintla Flatlands; what a stunning place it was. Surrounded by territory’s, it came as no surprise, the beautiful river winded past the mountains and a medow of flowers teemed with fauna; everything from deers to mice and Flicker decided it was no place for killing. 

At last she came across a number of pools radiating heat against the brisk chill of the air. But the stench was putrid enough to make Flicker balk and think twice about getting closer. “Disgusting.” She muttered as she took her first steps into the winding grass past the steaming pools. 

She clearly didn’t notice the wolf-dog resting in the shadows and mist. Flicker sat, content for the time being in the heat and watcjed the mist curl about her legs and skim the waters surface.