Firestone Hot Springs I heard there’s a dreamland

The sulfuric stench was starting to irritate her nose just a little too much, which she made clear with a gentle crinkling of her muzzle. She was loathe to leave the blanket like warmth that had enveloped her, but unless she wanted her most valuable tool out of commission for a while, she had best move on. Besides, with tundrian blood in her veins, her thick fur would keep out the worst of the cold. She shot Mal a suggestive glance, before beginning to move away from the spot. 

"Pleased to meet you Mal. I go by Keyni." She offered simply, but shared the grin he wore, though hers was much more toned down. "That depends...I would very much like to get a feel for the place first, if you don't mind." Surprising herself, she gently but playfully knocked her shoulder to his in a gesture of good humor. "But by all means, feel free to still take your best shot at keeping me around."