Firestone Hot Springs you get what you give

Admittedly it'd been the faint trail of Xi'nuata that had lured him into the humid confines of the spring. Her scent was initially prominent on the worn path that spilled into the territory but it rapidly feel away into the acrid odor of wet rocks. He had been chidden on by the thought that perhaps her promise to seek him out had come earlier than expected; it was his stubborn will that pressed him onward even after that notion was obviously untrue. The clarity of her route was finally no longer salvageable and he snorted in agitation before pausing...taking a moment to finally observe the land around him.

A blast of warm air as it gushed between two boulders made him yip in pleasant surprise. It washed through the delicate spaces of his hair, seeping into his dehydrated skin, and he shivered as the winter behind him clashed with the tropical atmosphere ahead. He stepped forward and baptized himself in the volcanic steam; it was as if the worries of the world were individually plucked from his conscious. The potent elixir made him stumble - he clipped his paws clumsily over the river washed stones - and he fell against a mulchy bank before sliding into a limp heap at its bottom...his lower half submerged in the heavenly bath as he sighed in unabashed relief.

set by Emy