Firestone Hot Springs 'cause I don't want your mercy

AW.. Guess who made it baaaack

The agouti wolf was thin—lanky from the duration of his time as a lone wolf. His lips set in a straight line, his eyes glinting with the very hunger that reverberated in his stomach. His movements were sinuous, predator-like, despite his willow-y size. The cool morning air stirred small puffs of condensation from his mouth, before he began to take pause over the hot springs before him, his tongue sliding across his inked lips.
 
His muzzle tipped to the side as he stilled, an ear flicking forward in mild alarm as steam coiled from some of the strange crevices in the earth. With narrowing eyes of fiery amber, the Ostrega began to prowl forward, his nose twitching as he caught scent of the damp air, and finally looked over his first hot spring pool. His lip curled up at what seemed unnatural to him – the moist heat rolling from the water causing his ears to splay back to his skull.