Firestone Hot Springs Talgar

Steam lifted from the pools of water, hanging heavy upon the early morning air. The sound of tweeting had been left behind with the woods. The ground beneath the young wolf’s paws had changed from loamy earth to rough stone, broken by patches of grass and slick rock wetted by the scattered springs.

Nazair had found a reasonably large pool. He lingered on the edge of the water with a curious tilt of his head. While the scent of the hot springs was nearly unbearable, the heat radiating from the water was appealing. Youth granted him some fearlessness. The boy sunk his paws into the warm liquid and sighed.

Inching deeper and deeper, Nazair waited until he was almost submerged. Like an alligator, his snout and eyes peered from the surface of the hot spring.