Firestone Hot Springs 'cause i'm through, when the two

close-ish to neverwinter

sulfuric smell caught the shadow's attention. nose-wrinkling and throat-burning, but where there was sulfur there was warmth. his mountains had experienced such a thing. a crater that vaguely smelt of sulfur where a volcano had once been, then filled with water and perfect for bathing. rökkur wondered if this would be similar.

not a long way from the forest, either. he wondered if any other forneskja wolves had come here yet. scarlet eyes settled on pools of water, sporadic, though some large enough to hold a whole pack, maybe. jaw open as he breathed through his mouth, refusing the wretched scent, he padded closer. warmth radiated from the pools.

steam, too, rose from the pools. warming his face as he approached. he dipped his nose in the water for a moment, paws at the edge of the basin, before he would slowly, carefully, dip his body into the pool. heat flooded him immediately, and rökkur let out a contented sigh. an appreciated feeling. closed eyes, enjoying the moment.

a moment to relax. but he thought, then, with winter approaching, that this spot may be fought over. when all was cold, others would likely come to the springs to warm up. a peaceful zone, he hoped. all should be granted the opportunity of keeping warm.

he sounded out a howl, then. an invitation for forneskja wolves to join him. or for anyone else, really. a conversation could be nice, especially if he could bring someone back to the forest with him.

he wondered if sólhárr would be interested in more recruits.