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

Y’var’la met his words with a low hum, her gaze trailing briefly over the steaming pools before returning to his ember-like eyes. The half-smile he offered wasn’t lost on her, a subtle gesture that suggested more than it said. Intriguing, she thought, how he danced between a shadow’s quiet and the faint glimmers of something lighter.

“Ah,” she began, her voice smooth, poised, “Resilient, sharp. A pack born of endurance, not indulgence.” She paused, letting the steam wrap around her words.

Her tone shifted, lighter, though her olive gaze held its edge. “As for expectations, I suppose I’ll settle for seeing whether you are as steadfast as you appear. If not, well,” she let the sentence linger, her smirk deepening, “I’ll know where to set my sights.”