Firestone Hot Springs Just keep digging.

Someone from Neverwinter maybe, since he's close? Or Kaistleoki! Set for Nov 30th.

The steam from the hot springs scattered everything, distorted it with mist to the point where Revui couldn't make heads or tails of his direction. The warmth emanating from the springs seemed to be contending with the general chill as it settled across the field where he stood. The snow had eased somewhat, leaving the sky streaked with a patchwork of grey clouds and a deeper grey sky, but there were no stars shining overhead yet so he couldn't use them to navigate.

All the boy had to go on was the name of Rusalka and the knowledge that he was looking for a pack; that's what Vengeance required for this job. As he backed off from the pools of steam and began to plot a course around them, he became engrossed in tracking a thin scent. It was vaguely familiar (in the sense that all wolves had a canine scent to identify them) but there was nothing much beyond that. In truth, he hoped that the trail would lead him to a fox or a coyote, for then he'd have some fresh meat to warm his belly.