Firestone Hot Springs Good Sleep, a Bath and a Glass of Wine [M]

He was relieved when she was able to stand under her own power, as Peregrine didn't want to have to touch her in case she was afflicted by something contagious after all. Still ignoring her inebriated speech, he motioned for her to follow him and began trotting slowly back in the direction of the riverbank. He would be glad to escape the overpoweringly sulfurous odors there himself.

At her question about a date, he glanced over his shoulder and answered, "I don't think either my mate or my lover would like that." He paused, then mused, "Or perhaps they wouldn't mind, seeing as we're open-minded and all." Brushing the topic aside, he faced forward and finished leading her to the riverside.

He didn't hesitate to walk right into the water, angling for the same shallows he'd waded across moments earlier. The water felt as cool and refreshing as he'd hoped after the steaming, pungent air in the hot springs. "Much better," he opined, swiveling around to face the she-wolf. "Come on, I think you'll feel better if you cool off."