Firestone Hot Springs [m] Wild Childs, Lookin' Good

She laughed! A bright, melodic sound that rippled through the air like sunlight glimmering on water. And he, unable to help himself, laughed with her, his heart lifting at the sound. How he loved when she laughed!

Their journey continued, first to the cache, where their task was swiftly completed, then onward to camp. The rabbits were delivered without a hitch, and soon they found themselves at the springs. The steam curled lazily into the cool air as the man checked his simmering soup, a savory aroma drifting through the clearing. Satisfied, he slid into the hot water beside Legend, the warmth soaking into his tired limbs.

As he glanced over at her, his eyes caught on grass seeds tangled in her fur. Without a word, he reached over, his touch gentle as he began plucking them free one by one. He moved with care, almost reverence. A soft tune hummed from his lips, low and content, carrying the quiet happiness of the moment.