Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

The ocean faded in her rear view mirror as Harps finally moved inland, for no reason aside from a faint inkling. Nearly as soon as she altered her course, she came across the scents of many wolves near the foot of a plateau. Although intrigued, the yearling found herself skirting the area, her heart beating swiftly in her chest. Her small family had come across many packs in their roaming, yet Harps had not yet run across one since dispersing. She yearned for company, yet the thought of approaching a claimed territory all on her own made her deeply apprehensive.

But one she-wolf on her own, Harps knew she could handle. When her hasty footsteps carried her into a fragrant hot springs and she discovered someone lounging there, she halted. She couldn’t see much more than the stranger’s lovely masked face; her body was submerged in the steaming pool, obscured. Harps swallowed and licked her chops, noting the half-lidded eyes and languid pose. She hated to disturb her, yet she felt creepier by the second as she just stood there staring.

She cleared her throat and tried, ”Ah… hello?”