Firestone Hot Springs A pale being of mist and moonlight

AW but for @Dulce specifically :) @Evergreen (visibility/reference)

The waif is reluctant to leave the bear's side. Evergreen is an anchor of safety and protection, adrift as she is in a world once known that has long become foreign. He is the only fixture of familiarity in her uncertain life but draw from him she does, daring to drift west in the wee blue hours of dawn. Some hidden part of her is embarrassed of the vulnerable connection she holds with the grizzly male, desiring to prove herself independent and unreliant upon him though she promises silently not to wander too far. 

A softened world awaits, harsh lines blurred and the landscape made smooth by a shroud of fog. The sea of grass parts minutely, allowing the ghost passage. 

Her dark gaze lifted and lighted upon the assemblage of warmed pools as she crested a gentle knoll; her inky nose lifted, nostrils flaring and lips parting as she scented the air instinctively for others. 

Seemingly alone for the moment, what was left of Liri descended carefully - pale form wavering as she padded over the magma-warmed shale to hover betwixt two hot springs. 

The sulfuric odor rising from the waters wrinkled the pale folds of her muzzle in disfavor but it was the heat that drew her cautiously into the embrace of a nearby pool. 

The fae relaxed into the warmth, sighing softly as it worked over sore muscles and injured nooks of her battered body.