Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

*stealthy fixes previous post*

This time, Erzulie did make to exit the pool, her soaking pelt gleaming and steaming. Harps stood up a little to make room, biting back a second yawn. Erzulie was not boring—far from it—but the yearling had been traveling nonstop for several weeks, so she shouldn't be surprised by the weariness that overcame her suddenly.

"Pleasure? H—" Harps began to ask when suddenly she saw Lele's laughing face in her mind's eye and recalled a certain dirty conversation (probably related to the one about "fuckboys"). "Oh," she said, copper eyes widening for a moment before she chuckled in the self-conscious manner of the innocently naive.

Erzulie must be preparing to depart, now that she was finished with her soak. Harps wondered if she was affiliated with the wolves she'd sensed at the plateau. It seemed likely. Maybe if she ever decided to go back there and investigate further, she would find Erzulie waiting there.

"I need to find somewhere to bed down tonight, so I'll let you get back to wherever you're headed," Harps said a little awkwardly, though she smiled softly and wagged her tail. "It was really nice meeting you, Erzulie. And sorry for interrupting your relaxation."