Firestone Hot Springs A Regular Spring Day

Borderline asleep, the male shuffled through his scrambled thoughts. Thoughts of his pack and previous life he can’t seem to shake. It’s impossible it seems. No matter what he does, no matter how he tries to convince himself, no matter how much he thinks of it, he can’t get the anger seeping through his mind and body out. So he decides to attempt and sleep the pain away. 

Of course it works until a voice of someone he didn’t even know shares his presence speaks. The voice is distinctly feminine and when he opens his eyes he’s met with a truly interesting wolf. Brows furrowing for a brief moment and a pouty frown showcases on his maw before he wipes his face clean to a more neutral expression. Or perhaps only slightly neutral. Confusion is swirling in his glowing golden eyes and he wonders how she snuck up on him. Then he corrects himself by remembering that he’d been napping. So it’s his own fault if anything.

He lazily shakes himself off without standing and doesn’t even attempt to raise from his comfortable position. Body language lined with confidence, he stays in place. Paws still swinging proudly in the heated pools, he gazes over to the black she-wolf. She’s tall no doubt, long legged, and agile. Most likely skilled at running, unless she doesn’t know how to use those deer legs of hers. His eyes follow the line of her body, shamelessly taking in her appearance as well. All black with an interesting splotch of white fur in the middle of her chest. Like the North Star he briefly compares. 

Finally, realizing he should respond, he does so only a stunning eight seconds late. “Have you, now?” He asks almost teasingly, a smile forming on his maw as he peers at her through squinted lids, the sun shining directly onto him. “Can’t say I’ve seen one like you yet, dear.”