Firestone Hot Springs moontooth

the moonsong man's voice was resolute. chakliux turned, brushing his shoulder against that of dutch, and returned to the hot pools where the trail had been lost.
here he described the man once more, pointing out that his scent was not youthful and its fragrance was oily with sin. "we will go into the mountains again," he decided, "and warn any people or packs we find of his face. the winter takes old men, and if he has nowhere to go," a hard shrug.
the hunters moved east, cold water splashing their legs as they forded a river and kept the growing stone teeth of the mountains before them.