Firestone Hot Springs he is risen

He branched to the west until the air was thick with sulfur and, oddly, Firefly couldn't figure out which direction to go because of it. The scent was so powerful that it overwhelmed everything else. A part of him was curious though, eager to investigate despite the rotten egg smell, and fought the urge to vomit as it built inside of him. As he came upon the scattered pools he paused and ducked, sniffing the surface where the water was steaming and thinning like pulled clouds — and instantly regretted the decision. Ever seen those gifs of cats smelling cheese and then puking? That's the kind of expression Firefly has as he withdraws, gagging, gasping for clean air, and huffing.