Firestone Hot Springs I've got my eyes closed

The long legged wolf had been wandering about for hours, escaping the Creek and the tensity that accompanied it. It was nice to get out sometimes, and she hadn't done so in a while. Her traipse had brought her to the unusual, warm baths, residing near the Plateau and Blackfeather Woods. Steam wafted off the water, proving her theory of the heat.

A small ivory she-wolf with russet ears stood beside the basins, and as Falwasi walked closer to the pools, the smell of humidity and sulphur engulfing her. She coughed slightly, only because the juvenile was facing away from her, and she didn't want to scare her. "What makes it so hot?" The streaked wolf asked. Unsure of whether the creature knew Falwasi was around, or if she was talking to herself, she stopped in her tracks.

Falwasi did not enjoy the company of children, and she knew she was insulting her former puppy self by thinking that. The truth is, the tawny woman had not had much interaction with youngins' and the ones she had were clumsy and boisterous. More than that, they reminded her that one day she would be old, and be forced to settle down to her utter dismay. "It's the volcanic activity below the surface." Falwasi said, deciding to stay where she was, but answering the she-wolf's question. She didn't know if her replique was much use, though, for the words might have been a little too tricky for the younger one to understand.