Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

All welcome.

It was a decidedly muggy day—having rained much of the morning and early afternoon—but the air felt even thicker here. Koontz trotted slowly into the bog, her silvery tail bumping against the back of her hind legs as she explored the territory that bordered the plateau she now claimed with her newfound pack. Her dark nose wriggled and she kept her eyes peeled for anything of interest. There was much to see and smell in an exotic place like this.

Although the hour wasn't that late yet, an overcast day quickly faded toward twilight. A thick darkness cloaked the springs and Koontz seemed to fade into them, save for her pale, ghostly eyes. Undeterred by the failing light, she continued her exploration, stopping every now and then to sniff at the ground. A strange and unpleasant odor—it reminded her of her mother's frequent flatulence—seemed to be seeping out of the earth, yet she could not find its source and it intrigued the young she-wolf.