Firestone Hot Springs i am heaven sent

The reasons he was here yet again were unknown, even to him. Was it to make sure that the not-coyote-but-wolf did not linger here? Or perhaps it was to ensure that, should Arlette be wandering here again, she was not mistakenly attacked as he had done to the other.

Whatever it was that Stjornuati expected from this jaunt to the springs, what he got was decidedly irritating, his posture slipping to something much more stiff as he regarded the ugly snarl that had been borne in his direction. Deadpan and unintimidated, head and tail lifted both, lips lifting in his own silent warning as liver colored eyes met those of a brighter shade. He was not in the mood for such asinine behavior tonight.