Firestone Hot Springs dust turns to gold

She'd come back again to explore the hot springs, nosing around for a cave of some sort that would lead her to the raging inferno she imagined below. So far her search had turned up nothing, not that she expected it to. She kept thinking back to her conversation with Amelie, her mention of the dubious nature of the water. When she had come, it had not seemed that dangerous. She wanted another look.

Cautiously she approached one of the edge pools, the oppressive heat of the place not exactly unpleasant. After a while, though, she knew it would get old and she would need to depart for the cooler air further off. For now it felt nice, loosening her up and relaxing her tense muscles. She had always been tightly wound, jumping from place to place with the energy (and grace) of a crazed rabbit. Even the sedating steam could only do so much.

Thus, when she saw that she was not alone here, her ears perked up and her tail began to fan wildly with enthusiasm. "Hello!" The male's rough appearance and impressive size did nothing to curb her greeting, though she did not approach too quickly for fear of alarming him. She had crossed that bridge with the last outsider she met and still felt badly for startling them.