Ouroboros Spine xii. it's spiraling down

AW, naturalist #5

Lótë spotted it after coming across the tiny hot spring, its edges and bottoms covered and ringed by water-smoothed stones. She couldn't help but dip herself in the warmth of the waters, finding she greatly preferred it to washing herself in the chill of the lake in the foothills beneath the Spine -- even if it was refreshingly cold. When she had emerged and shaken the moisture from her pelt, spruce peridots fell upon the clusters of white flowers with a keen eye.

The herdstalker had no desire to touch or gather any of the hemlock but pattered closer regardless and scanned over the length of the plant curiously, wondering if it might ever come in handy to have the water hemlock at hand. Perhaps at the very least they would know to keep any pups the spring produced away from this place -- lest they ingest the poison.