Firestone Hot Springs Not at Home

She watches carefully for the boy's reaction when he notices her, a little confused by it but reassured nonetheless. Surely if he isn't snarling at her, he doesn't mind her presence — or, that's her hope. The smell doesn't seem to affect her at all, though internally she wonders why the world is so odd and contradictory. She's certainly smelled worse, but never paired with such a beautiful sight. Hello, She greets when she's within range, halting just near enough for a conversation. Do you know anything about this place? Her tone is light, curious, masking the heavy feeling lingering in her chest like a bad aftertaste.