Firestone Hot Springs we follow like alice

The Huntsman itched for a good game of cat and mouse that sometimes he played with his prey, needing to feel the thrill of the hunt humming through his veins like pure energy. What he wanted and needed, did not seem to be in his favor today. The hot springs he had stumbled upon were a nice find and Savitr did not deign to deny it but he still his disappointment was not so easily stifled. Despite that the springs offered him some respute from traveling and he had decided after a few moments of severe deliberation that he would stay and rest for a few hours. The day was not over and he felt that his luck might improve yet. Head rose from the steaming surface of the nearest water pool before he cautiously dipped his paw into it to test it. It was, as he suspected, warm and gradually his paw turned into his whole stockinged front leg. After one leg was submerged he added the second so his front legs was submerged into the water, the water rippling from his disturbance lapping at the longer tendrils of fur on his chest.

At the voice, Savitr's head whipped towards the female, a shape emerging through the mist like a wraith. He backed up out of the water, the fur of his legs clinging and spiked in their drenched state. Do you find a lot of men here? The Huntsman asked her in good nature, shaking his front left paw to dispel the water droplets that had began to roll down the length of it. Why is that a bad thing? Savitr teased her, grinning.