Firestone Hot Springs You eat us up

moonwoman knew now that new life grew within her.

as before, the restlessness took hold. she wrapped her shoulders in fine doeskin and went out into the land around moonglow. the place of warm waters called to her. the breath of those had had once walked brought life to this place. even as the land lay under a white spread of silken snow, the land cleared to smooth bare soil when she approached.

the duck came to the first of these and placed her paws within the lapping water with a grateful sound of delight. reaching, pale teeth pulled the wrap from her back and she stretched until elbows had entered the pool. 

it was good to feel such things in winter.

but she was not alone. moonwoman's head lifted, catching the sheen of something like light upon bloodrock. she did not move, only watched, alabastrine ears cupping forward softly.