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

It indeed was tranquil here, if you could get over the stench of which she was becoming accustomed to, and her ears flicked with the sounds of the steams hissing from wherever they originated. Once before she'd come across a place like this, but that was certainly not a place to hang around; her eyes glazed at the memory and a small amount of anger arose in her.

Her eyes traced small insects fluttering and buzzing around to the waterside vegetation. She sighed softly and relaxed her muscles; glad to have some time to herself to think about the wolves of Blackfeather Woods. Then it hit her, the spider legs running up her spine to signal that she was being watched. Flicker bristled with annoyance only hinted with a hint of fear; after all, she had been pleasantly surprised when she'd met the wraith, Maegi, but that couldn't go with every wolf dwelling here. So the traveler stood with a purpose and air of confidence and turned to the one that stared at her.

Her golden, blue-flecked eyes met the fiery stare of a shimmering blue-black wolf that stood roughly to her height. Her red muzzle lowered and a low growl rippled from her; a stark warning to the stranger that she greeted most with; especially one that looked at her with that look. 

"What," her voice was stony and accusing, "Do you want?" She let her lips curl back slightly to emphasize her point of attacking first if he so much as takes a wrong breath.