Firestone Hot Springs every single night's all right with my brain

She couldn't much smell him amid the sulfur, but the soft call caught her attention. Maegi looked up, finding the approaching figure of a gray mottled wolf. His yellow-silver, double-hued eyes cut through the steam; her nostrils flared as she tried to determine if anything about him was familiar, scent or otherwise.

But nothing rang a bell, and she settled for dipping her head in greeting, removing her paw from the pool and standing upright once more.

Hello, she responded, ears cupping forward to catch his response. Here to enjoy the hot water? It's not a bad day for a dip. It was cold, and the days were growing colder still. Maegi feared that if she entered the warm embrace of the hot springs, she'd never leave. And that wouldn't do.