Firestone Hot Springs i could love you

Tags for reference! Set for the 15th.

The hot springs again. In the chilled temperatures of the season, their heat billowed clouds into the air, swirling and distorting the view, putting him on edge. So far from the Watch, from the place he was coming to believe was their home and the wolves he was coming to know so much better, Stjornunati was already susceptible to a level of irritation. Here, in this place where he had met the soft and sad @Arlette (who he had not seen since), that feeling became heightened and more severe.

Whatever the reason for that was, it mattered little.

He reacted when he saw the flash of movement, something small and slender, something too near for him to be comfortable. His mind registered the size as a hrææta, coyote, and while he knew the lowly scavengers were not usually so bold, there was a chance that this was one of many, seeking to attack while he was alone.

With the steam of the springs suppressing both sight and smell, Stjornuati gave into the instincts that bade him to lash out, teeth reaching to close on whatever it was that had neared him, a terrible snarl echoing through the silence to destroy the peace that had previously settled there.