Firestone Hot Springs cold air; hot water

She lingers on, a paw lifting and placing easy into the water at her ankle. A heavy breath takes her, the heat of the water soothing her ankle and sending a wave of warmth up her tired legs. 

She lifts her icy eyes upward then, taking note of the ghost amongst the mists, her golden eyes aglow in her direction. The shadow is still, stricken in her placement as she is caught off guard. The other woman greets her and Vallkyrie answers. Hello, her icy eyes move down to the large pool of water before her, then back up to the wraith. Another wanderer here to ease her bones?