Moonspear searching for spirits

He hadn't spent much time at the hot springs, and he hadn't intended to this morning—but an unfamiliar smell brought him off the beaten path of his patrol. Killdeer cut through the trees and emerged, finding a fiery-pelted man submerged in the waters.

He was not a spirit—far from it. But he did have a fair bit to say.

Can I. . .help you? he asked, already bristling slightly. He wasn't sure if he knew this man, and the smell of sulfur clouded any scent-pattern he could use for identification. That said, the wolf wasn't bothering anyone, and Killdeer had the high ground.

Stiff-legged, he stood above the pools, looking down and waiting with somewhat bated breath for the answer.