Firestone Hot Springs Sad Little Snowmen

The fury of the ice cold winter chilled her inner core to the very last bone in her body. She felt the wind flustering in her neck, freezing everything and anything on its path. With no known destination and no known pack the lone wolf in the days before attempting to join Stavanger Bay, was on her way to nature's thermal heat source. It beckoned her to edge closer like a dying man's last breath. It bubbled, it boiled but most of all it offered everything and anything the stiff lone wolf was looking for, warmth.

Little to no snow surrounded the edges of the pool, its warmth melted the last known snow man alive. The useful bold and daring Spectra was rather cautious. She didn't dare to venture forth or try to dive right into a hot spring pool, perhaps fearful of winter's ironic wrath; would she boil like a red lobster being thrown in cooked water? Regardless of her own lack of determination to touch the hot spring, the black wolf decided it was time to thrown something else into the water instead...