Firestone Hot Springs chimes

"'Course I know what a glacier is," Atreyu retorted, offended that she had even suggested that he didn't know. Though, in truth, he only had a scarce idea of what they really were. He recalled vague explanations by his mother when he and his siblings were pups as the tribe wandered by particularly icy patches of shoreline. However, what he knew of glaciers was entirely different to what Scarlett was thinking of. In Atreyu's mind, the Duskfire wolves lived on a large shelf of ice floating in the ocean, and he wondered how the white female had actually managed to make it to the mainland. Perhaps they had built a bridge somehow, or had struck a deal with the local killer whales to transport them to and fro in exchange for tasty treats from further inland.

Amused, Atreyu let a grin flash across his features before he turned his gaze back down to the steaming pools before him. "Must still be cold, living on a glacier," he muttered absent-mindedly, lowering himself to the ground slightly before reaching out a paw again to touch the surface of a pool close to the girl. That must be why she was here at the hot springs. He was still hesitant about the springs, even though Scarlett had been soaking in them for a while now and she seemed fine. Pale eyes stared at the water for a few uncertain moments before the youth suddenly reared up and slammed both forepaws into the pool, splashing warm water everywhere. It had been deeper than he expected, and the boy found the entire front half of his body completely submerged. He quickly scrambled back from the pool, coughing and spluttering while shaking his now drenched head.