Firestone Hot Springs moth wing

The stench of the hot springs nearly drives her off, yet the heat proves to be a strong lure. By the time she gives in and enters one of the steaming pools, she hardly notices the smell anymore. It occurs to her as she soaks that later she'll need to clean the stink from her fur, but she can't bring herself to mind. It's worth it, at least for now. She closes her eyes, ears folding slightly as she basks in the warmth. The climb out will be a cold one, but right now she doesn't need to worry about that.