Firestone Hot Springs ashes against the grain

@Hawkeye ~sammiiii~ this is lame and quick but it's a start!

She lifted her head, nose twitching and sea-ice eyes alert. The wind, fickle and indecisive as it was, brought her mixed messages. She scented game but could not be certain from which direction the scent truly came, for the wind tossed and bandied it about like a poorly-kept secret in a rowdy bar on the bad side of town. The pursed her lips, a look of mild annoyance coming over her face. She knew the hot springs had to be prime hunting grounds, for game trails cross-hatched the winter-dried grasses in abundance. Animals from all over would seek out its comforting warmth, particularly in the midst of winter. Her pack had swelled to such great numbers now that they would need to look outside of the forest itself for game; it would be essential in the coming months to secure some hunting grounds and defend them from rival packs.

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