Firestone Hot Springs vegetable man, where are you?

tagging some nearby children; no obligation to join :) he needs friends! @Tuvak @Nieve @Khepri @Rowan @Moonshine @Syrma @Spica @Acheron

after nearly a month of recovery, cam was finally feeling brave enough to venture from the safety of the woods. his wound had healed over, although the muscle damage would remain with him; a tiny hitch in his gait would plague him at least until he learned to compensate for it. the psychological damage? well. . .

he still jumped at shadows. he probably always would.

but this place was familiar, and it was with warm thoughts of ibis and okeanos (where were they?!) that he ventured into the sulfur steam, wrinkling his nose. he thought that a dip wouldn't be too awful on a chilly early evening, the moon rising over the horizon, its light filtering down through clouds. he prodded at the surface of one pool, enjoying how the heat clung to his cold, slightly aching pad.

with a small sigh, cam slipped into the water. he was big enough now to raise his head and neck and part of his shoulders above, when before, he'd struggled to keep his nose up. he felt the tension in his muscles slowly slip away, the comforting feeling of his fur swaying slowly underwater, like kelp.

as long as he didn't breathe through his nose, the hot springs were heaven on earth.