Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

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Key said nothing, most likely because the subject matter didn't exactly lend to polite conversation. "Sorry about that," Koontz said. Perhaps she should've been mortified, yet the yearling couldn't bring herself to be embarrassed about March Owl's aforementioned habits. The yearling took more after Aether and liked to consider herself a dignified creature—certainly more so than her own mother—yet she could never bring herself to be ashamed of Mo. Mo was a force of nature and there was a lot Koontz admired about her. Besides, she was her mom.

Still, she knew that some found toilet humor strange. She fell silent, focusing her attention on the search. She didn't feel any particular need to fill the silence, especially when her occasional glances toward her companion revealed a look of concentration on Key's face. Assuming she was intent on discovering the source of the malodorous scent, Koontz let her be, unaware that the other wolf's mind was actually on anything but the search.