Firestone Hot Springs legend comes to life

Life moved quickly for wolves. Osprey Jr. had been home a week now and already she was becoming old news. Everyone seemed to have some sort of drama going on in their lives, whether good or bad, and she was still young enough for much of it to go over her head. Her way of dealing with this was to be indignant at first. Why wasn't she still the center of attention? Eventually, she decided to shrug it off and do whatever she wanted, seeing as everybody else was so busy.

Already a Warrior and now a little curious about trying out other apprenticeships—apparently, she could have up to three specialties—Junior took the opportunity to slip away from the plateau. She didn't go far. After crossing the river without being swept away, she followed her nose to a relatively small patch of land nestled between sloping woodlands to the west and foothills to the east.

She arrived at the edge of the hot springs, her black-furred face scrunched up at the overpowering smell. The air felt warmer and heavier here. According to the adults and Saēna, those in charge of exploration were called Outriders. Reminding herself of this and her mission to discover her secondary and tertiary trades, Osprey Jr. swallowed her distaste and began carefully picking her way further into the springs.