Firestone Hot Springs untamed domain

Her ranging continued onward, pressing north, yet east most hours of most days. Sometimes the paths meandered more, but on the whole, she was content as long as she could keep moving somehow and in some way. This time of year, none of the routes were as fast as she liked. With this much snow piled up everywhere and the cold winds quite unforgiving, she knew they fought against her every step of the way.

She tried to follow trails traveled by others when she could find them--wolves or any other creatures with four enough feet to make prints. She wasn't picky, but she just got tired of carving out her own sometimes. As such, a fresh, powdery, deep meadow of snows was getting to her when she found this blessing that she almost couldn't believe. Jomyo breathed deep a warm, damp air and savored it--perhaps the most pleasant thing she'd felt all day.

On delicate, light steps, she went closer to the heart of the hot springs without any hesitation, hungry for the relief sheltered here.