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

he hadn't had a chance to formally meet this mal yet, but he figured he must be the silvery figure that emerged from the forest whilst cam hunkered near the outskirts, peering like a furtive cat. he slunk away, too, following at a distance—not stalking, necessarily, but too timid to get much closer. only when the young man drew to a halt did cam range up gingerly alongside, forgetting in his nervousness to even make a sound to indicate he was there.

are you mal? he asked, lifting his muzzle to stare unblinkingly at the other wolf. his nose was scrunched, for mal had entered the stinky place and while cam hadn't wanted to come back here very often, his curiosity had outweighed any drawbacks from the smell. he would just make sure not to get in the water, this time.

his eyes darted downward, suddenly scared he teetered too close to a ledge. god, imagine if he fell again!