Firestone Hot Springs cold air; hot water

she judges the stranger to be no real threat, and the heavy heat softens her somewhat. "hm," she murmurs, a gentle affirmative, as she reclines onto her haunches, observing the woman from where she sits. "where do you wander from, stranger?" conversation, however menial it may seem, had the potential to offer valuable information should one ask the right questions, or encounter the right wolf. it was the want for information that drove her to engage, rather, the simple fact that solitude was not well endured for long.