Firestone Hot Springs fly me to the moon

it's very cold out, but the air is warm around the hot springs. the yearling is drawn in by the warmth more than anything; her coat is quite thin, and the cold bites and nags at her insistently. the relief is so overwhelming at first that she doesn't even notice the stranger resting upon one of the stones. but then she does, and the sight of him startles her so much that she takes a stumbling step backward, a soft yip slipping from her as she loses her footing and splashes very ungracefully into the water.