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

And now that she looked at him he saw her face was pretty messed up.  Mal barely batted an eye -- like many childhood ideas that don't quite leave, Mal had trained himself to not freak out at potential monsters by gawking or whatnot, then they might be tempted to screw with you.  She didn't seem really like a monster, and besides, Mal was always far more likely to flip his lid when someone did something slightly insulting or really nice.  He was self-sabotage on four legs.

Like right now.  Maybe.  You'd swim in that? he seemed particularly unconvinced that was a good idea.  Not necessarily offended (other than his nose, currently) but not willing to take the trade the water offered, I'd rather smell normal and be cold...  Nah, I'm heading home.  I don't run into people here normally.  Is that what you're here for? Maybe here was just farther from where the wolves nearby lived, which would make sense.  It wasn't like Mal had ever found hunting here very great, so people wouldn't dally.. Right?