Firestone Hot Springs They all think I'm dead

"I'm surveying!" Fitz responded in kind as Tempest confirmed it was she and asked him what he was up to in the hot springs. He failed to notice the cloud of pain that overtook her for he was experiencing one in kind from the friendly bump. "In truth, I'm looking to start my own pack. I'm scouting here and the mountain over yonder as potential homes."

Fitz took a moment to assess her before playfully asking, "Care to give an opinion on the suitability of the two?" As far as FitzDutiful was concerned any and all opinions were good and would help him narrow down the best places for a new home. Once he'd found wolves to join.

Regardless on whether or not Tempest would hear the subtle undertones of "join me" in FitzDutiful's question, he turned the conversation on her. "How have you been? We were worried when you left the Caldera." Not strictly true. Peregrine and Fox had been mad but it wasn't worth telling her that. Not now anyway.