Firestone Hot Springs I know that she's a dreamer

"Over here," a disembodied voice called out, and Fox squinted through the mist, using her ears and nose to guide her, rather than her eyes. Thankfully, that was enough to set her straight, and she came upon a tawny girl with pale green eyes. Nobody that Fox had met before, as far as she could recall, and not from one of the nearby packs. A loner, perhaps, or a traveler from afar.

"You been here before?" she asked, curious to know if the stranger used this as a frequent haunt. The fireball had been here on occasion, but she wouldn't consider it one of her "favorites" or anything. Maybe winter would change that. A part of her was wondering if she would even be so close by when winter came along. She was itching to move away from the plateau, even if she was willing to wait for Peregrine (no matter how long it took).

For one reason or another, the other lady excused herself. Fox stared blankly after her, watching her disappear into the misty fog. Shrugging, Fox resumed her exploration of the springs.