Firestone Hot Springs Talgar

The sneeze had succeeded in frightening two figures - the sneezer, and the crocodilian young wolf who had been soaking in the warmth of the springs. His marigold eyes blinked. Nazair pushed up from the water and emerged with drenched fur. Droplets sprinkled to the ground as he clambered onto hard rock, claws scritching at the surface as he shook his coat.

Bless you-

When he fixed his sights on the creature that had made the noise, his heart raced.

What in the great hells was this?

Uh- Nazair did not hesitate to prowl closer to the peculiar, spindly thing. His hawkish eyes were intent on the beast that was not quite wolf, not quite like anything he’d seen. What the hell are you?