Firestone Hot Springs That’s a fundamental mistake

forward dated about three days. Set around 23:00, slight breeze, clear skies.
For @Akia <3

Through the disbandment of Blackwater, the hellhound’s mind has been racing. Thinking, thinking, thinking of memories — trying to decipher whether they’re real or not. Playing through scenarios — wondering if whoever he spoke to was a figment of his imagination. He wonders if they were…

Either way, it leads him to one memory. Where he had spoken to the pale leader of Moonglow, Kukutux. He remembers the hot springs she had been basking in and so it’s as if his paws move him on their own. Right to the very place she banished him from her lands due to his sickness. Perhaps it was because of the people he associated himself with — the wolves in his family…

The Saints.

So when he steps foot in the hot springs with pale shades of moon on his back and hot steam surrounding him like fog, he sets his eyes straight and swears he sees the pale woman herself. 

His childhood savior.

Not anymore it seems. He doomed on this path and he shall remain until he is no longer on this earth. As per Banesteppe’s request.

He blinks his eyes and the pale figure disappears. He hums low in his throat and shifts his gaze to one of the steaming hot pools. Mindlessly, effortlessly, he steps one foot into it and the rest of his massive body follows. Dark, brindled fur soaks and flattens against his skin. It’s warm — almost to warm — it should feel relaxing. 

But it doesn’t. Nothing can make him relax anymore and now-a-days he doesn’t seem to bothered by it — or his sickness for that matter.