Firestone Hot Springs hotdog

Kaihra held her breath. The silence hung heavier that the humid air, and she found herself unable to keep her eyes fixed on Amelie's face as the dark yearling studied her gaze. A thousand years could have passed before Amelie's face softened into a smile, but the look brought relief to the Theta and she felt her nerves untangle themselves from the mess they had become. She'd managed to cover her careless words, and she felt the tension on the air dissolve.

She registered Amelie's invitation with a flick of her eyes to the hot springs again. While she no longer flinched at their hissing eruptions, they did not spark in her the wonder she felt radiating from Amelie. Her legs still itched with the desire to leave, and probably never come back, while Amelie mused of exploring their workings and likely returning again to observe them at night. She sucked in her breath and looked back briefly in the direction of the Plateau. "I... don't know how I could help." She replied with a tentative dip of her head. She wanted to leave, but would it be wise to leave her packmate here alone? She hesitated before speaking again. "I think I will pass on this one."