Firestone Hot Springs mirror melts

something rose deep within Marija, the kind that churns the stomach and makes the heart race. the girl tore her gaze away from the water she'd nearly dipped into. while the wisps of steam that danced in the air clouded her vision, her senses told her — no, screamed at her — that something, or rather someone, was there.

she gulped the lump in her throat, and Marija froze in place, unsure of what to do. she couldn't smell anything but the insufferable stench, that made her give out a sickly cough. some of the wolves of this place were nice, cordial. but she wasn't sure that the pair of eyes that watched her even belonged to a wolf. and if it were that of a wolf, only the spirits watching her from above knew if this wolf was cordial or if Marija's nightmares would come to fruition. after what felt like hours of silence, she mustered the courage to speak.

who's there? it came across more as a croak than a bark. the damned lump had twisted her voice, and now she may have just embarrassed herself infront of a new face, or revealed her place to a new danger. she didn't know which one she preferred, so she prayed it wasn't heard and that the one beyond the clouds of disgusting gas was a friend and not foe.