Firestone Hot Springs i settle for a ghost i never knew,

he'd come down from the mountains. it was cold up there, too cold, and increasingly treacherous as the snows piled up. it felt strange to be away from the place he had come to call a home, but the freezing nights were enough to chase him away. he was glad for his winter fur, amidst snow piling up to his shoulders and haunches.

he knew from his summer excursions that there was a hot spring in the valley. it was rather unpleasant in the heat of midsummer's day, but in the chill of a midwinter day he was desperate for it. it was all that drove him from the mountain, enough to focus his normally wandering brain away from the endless sheets of snow that stretched out alongside him.

he wasn't surprised to not be alone at the spring, nor that there was a wolf there. he padded lazily towards them, blinking slowly. nnnnello? he drawled, cocking his head at the wolf. he halted a few lengths away from them. you, you uhhh, swim? get warm? he looked at the springs, already feeling the heat rolling from it. s', s'cold.