Firestone Hot Springs There be many

There was going to be a chance that the other boy might be as cold as Granite was- but Baldr felt it was worth a shot, anyway. He'd looked in the very least, a bit interested at the pack hunt, which was an indication he might be friendly. While he looked a bit owlish and shy, he summoned a smile that caused Baldr's to widen even more. 

His ears lifted to catch his words, which were laboured and his voice had what Baldr thought was a bit of a tremble to it- but the boy didn't mind in the slightest. When his ears flipped back, it wasn't in distaste, but in disdain- he hadn't even introduced himself! Rhonen had better manners. "Oh right! I'm Baldr!" He said, offering a sheepish grin. 

It faded, though, when the boy bowed his head. He waited patiently to hear him speak, and it wasn't the stuttering of the boy's voice that threw him off, but his posture. He said he wanted to, but he'd lowered his head, looked very distraught, and had shrunk a bit. He hesitated for a moment, hoping he hadn't made Rhonen more self-conscious...And figured perhaps that a distraction might help. 

"Good! I saved some meat from the belly; it is my favourite. Let's go pick out a pool to go in, and I'll bring the meat- and then we can make our own pawsmash! I'll teach you what it is when we get there." He suggested, before he trotted over to the riverbank where he had stashed a strip of fatty belly meat, and smiled at Rhonen. With a flick of his muzzle, he gestured toward the hot springs, where steam rose into the air above a series of pools.