Firestone Hot Springs and them of us that's too weak

Sadey had pushed and followed. Her body ached, over and over again, but she did her best to keep up. Ole Colt was mindful to keep an eye out on them all this time. He looked mighty strange only one ear, and she wondered how he was adapting to it, but she daren't ask. There was a more feral wildness to her old messmate, and she was afraid she pushed to hard. A absolute storm of hell would fall on her heard.

However, there was the fact too, that her body just hurt, and it took almost all of her energy to keep moving. He pushed them at an unforgiving pace. If she wasn't careful and didn't pay attention she'd back to being laid up. Finally, they made it and she curled up next to a hot spring, and didn't move. Just her eyes moved to and fro. As the frost sloughed from her fur and her paws and her whiskers.  

She turned grey eyes towards Colt and watched him with silence. Though she did offer him a head nod. She moved to get comfortable. The other two could come on over if they wanted, but she was laying down.