Firestone Hot Springs rest now, weary traveler

Inkalorë did not often depart the spine; not anymore. They'd spent their youth traveling, seeing all that the world had to offer, and now as they crept further into adulthood Ink found that they much preferred to stay close to home. Particularly now that home featured a soundtrack of tiny pattering paws of their niece and nephews — and more to come, they hoped!

But it was good to tour the flatlands on occasion, to remember the playground of their childhood. Inkalorë, too, sought the comforts of the hot springs. They were searching for one to lounge within when they noticed the stranger woven from earthen tones. Feeling sociable, they beelined for the stranger's pool with a friendly chuff. Perhaps he was from one of the moon packs!