Firestone Hot Springs suiryū

She did not mind the female’s approach upon her reprieve, however their proximity left something to be desired. Comfort was taken in knowing the land was not truly claimed, though she was skeptical how the other might take to know lounging on what had been the dark one’s refuge in the first place. Silently, she hoped no ill-manner would befall her in this relaxed state. As hard as it was to find a comfortable resting spot, she was not willing to be chased from it too soon. The possibility, though, remained on the forefront of her mind even as the woman spoke, seemingly benign. Smoothly the pale brown beast rolled to a seated placement, her shoulders drawn back relaxed and unguarded with ears lying back in a similar fashion. Were it not for her wild pelt in damp disarray, or the forever natural scowl upon her brows, she might have looked the picture of docility. Instead, she allowed her soft chords to convey this true impression. “It is,” she admitted. “There are too few places for wanderers to rest even for a moment,” she impressed lightly as her gaze drifted down to the female’s paws. “Let alone stand as ground for them to gather.”