Firestone Hot Springs Just keep digging.

A final shift to the wind brought the warm almond-spice scent of a wolf to his nose, so he stopped and began to look around. The mist continued to obscure things; there was something moving by the hot springs—or rather, he thought there was something—and so he lurched in pursuit of it, then stopped. The stranger's eyes were the first thing that he focused on; they were bright against the grey of the winter-thick world. Curiously, the frost and the mist seemed to condense in to the shape of a wolf as moments passed, becoming the stranger's body. Revui wasn't a spiritual creature yet he was unnerved by the way the stranger watched him.

A low warning note rose in his throat, then died away. Revui didn't know how to proceed; he needed information, but he wasn't exactly a talkative nor imaginative person. So he opted for the usual blunt route: Are you a Rusalkan? He didn't know what made someone a Rusalkan, and should've probably gotten more information from Vengeance before he made this trip, but whatever. Hindsight wasn't important.