Firestone Hot Springs boom shalaka, my heart skips

Night grew cooler as summer began to wane and the distant plumes of steam became more pronnounced as the sun set on the valley. Ipiktok walked along a hunters path alone as he traveled between villages. In the eyes of his village, he was a man… and the invincible feeling of a naive youth made him unafraid.

He detoured toward the hot springs, thinking it might be nice to wash his pelt. His long fur was prone to collecting debris.

There, he spied another traveler. “This man greets you,” Ipiktok said to announce his approach.