Firestone Hot Springs Below

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Through the swirling mists of the hot springs, the shadows wheeled and danced, until amongst them drew a figure prowling closer and closer that caught Echidna's eye. Tall, fit and muscular, she was a warrior without a doubt, though Echidna's gaze was drawn to the sprawling proudflesh that carved ravines through the thick fur of her shoulder and down her right forelimb in the pattern of what Echidna thought resembled tree branches. Blood veins. The scattering of lightning as it forked across the sky. Something supernatural had caused that mark but- still, the warrior moved with confidence evident in every movement; from the flick of her ankles to the twitch of her ears.

Echidna felt intimidated- but she felt invigorated by the beauty of the female. Such a face- with dashes of ginger, and a thick, lovely ruff of charcoal. The prize, if it was to be had, would be perfect; but she had to be careful...While this woman was wounded, she was a warrior still- and confident. She approached and called out, and Echidna saw it best to defer to the taller woman, tucking her ears back and thumping her tail against the hot, flat surface of the stone.

“Hello,” She called out, her gaze brightening eagerly as the other drew nearer. She flicked her tongue over her lips in a show of deference, and modestly invited Orlaith closer by sliding sideways slightly, as though to indicate how willing she was to share the bed of stone that warmed her. “Please, come and join me. It's...So lovely and warm here,” She said meekly.