Firestone Hot Springs Will never know passion, will never know pain

He'd managed to avoid this place the last few times he wandered through and in all honesty, he wasn't keen on ever coming back.  Dear lord.  His face was pretty well contorted into permanent disgust. It smeeelllled.  And the humidity in the air felt like it was making his fur stick together or something.  Like he felt as if he'd gone swimming even though he'd not gone close to the water.  The few times he got near he could feel it radiating through, his nose and pawpads.  Yeah, never coming back.  Maybe it'd make a good wall to keep people out of his forest.

There was a bit of haze -- steam, really -- coming up off the water.  He didn't see anyone, but they could be lurking just out of sight, or some blurry shadow who wasn't actually a shadow.  Mal had come out here to hunt, but this seemed like it was unending, and with his nose this screwball, he doubted he'd find anything.  It was just very unpleasant, and he certainly looked he thought that.