Firestone Hot Springs lazing in the foggy dew, sitting on a unicorn

he gave okeanos a begrudging smile, not really sure what the older wolf meant by his remarks but knowing that it was supposed to be some kind of joke. 'healing' wasn't a word that was familiar to him; also, much like most young boys, cam hated baths. so. . .

erm, fine, i guess, he responded, shrugging. how else was he meant to respond? mummy's death wasn't something he wanted to discuss with people—not the emotional part of it, at least. ever since his breakdown in front of ibis and her brother, he'd kept all of the feelings close to his chest, loath to let them out. it was better to stay removed from it all, distract one's self with other things.

like the hot springs. or all the different animals that lived in the forest. lots to see, lots to do; no time to focus on lily.

it's quiet, cam continued, looking toward the perennially green woods. not a lot of wolves. 'leesium always had someone around. it was a blessing and a curse. always a playmate. . .that is, if they wanted to play with you to begin with.