Firestone Hot Springs garmi

from the upper reaches of arjun's glacier, he could see the plateau. just a territory separated his first home here from his latest one, and after taking a few days to rest, he'd gone to investigate.

wolf-scent was wreathed around the place, though; others had claimed it for themselves.

and why wouldn't they? sometimes, aditya wondered whether all his misfortunes had come from morningside's leaving the plateau. everything had seemed to go into a tailspin when they'd gone north.

wishful thinking, though. adi chuckled wryly to himself as he meandered among the hot springs, savoring their familiar warmth in the bitter cold. the sun was setting; its rays cast a blood-orange glow against his pelt, sparking off the many silver hairs.

wishful thinking. he, and he alone, was responsible for his fate.

ah, bewakoof, he murmured, closing his eyes as he sat, letting the steam caress his face, his chest. kuch nahin badla hai.