Firestone Hot Springs Stilton

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Lilitu had been naughty again. Despite her best efforts to remain behaved under @Ibis's watchful eye, she wandered, somewhat. And today she wandered a little more than somewhat, forging the shallows of the icy river that cradled the plateau and heading toward steam in the distance.

Brrrr. She was a little soaked, legs and paws and belly sodden with water. But this place seemed just what the doctor ordered. She nearly plummeted into the first small pool, stopping just in time as the steam hit her face. It was like someone breathing on her. A lot.

It felt really good.

She dipped a toe into the warmth, eyes creasing blissfully. It seemed a little deep for swimming (and she wasn't totally good at that yet, anyway) but it was nice just being at the edge. Slowly, Lilitu thawed—and then she noticed the other wolf, who'd exclaimed something she couldn't quite hear, perched upon a. . .

Rock? Little hill? She meandered toward the woman, though keeping a wary distance, and exclaimed, Hey, what are you doing? What's that?

Lilitu, your mouth is gonna get you killed some day.