Firestone Hot Springs Before we ever were afraid of the unknown

Oh. Lead the way. Shit.

She wasn't much of a hunter; she felt as if she'd captured most of her prey by luck. Still, she nodded and put on a brave face, striding ahead, sniffing like a hound in search of some game trail or another. But the sulfur of the hot springs overpowered everything, and she soon found herself meandering, and embarrassment set in.

Um. Did you have a kind of prey in mind? Blueberry asked, craning her neck to look behind her.

What she really wanted to do was dash off, but that instinct warred with the urge to impress Bronco, and the latter was, unfortunately for her self-esteem, winning out.

She shifted her paws, grimacing.