Firestone Hot Springs behind closed eyes

Vein chuckled as she saw her fascination with dear ole dad and the rest of his tools. He glanced at hers and worked hard to keep a jovial expression, he had to remind himself the wolves in the teekon wilds were only battle medic's not truly healers. "I see" he glanced at her paw unable to smell anything beyond the sulphuric smell of the hotsprings. He wished desperately that there were untainted hotsprings round here somewhere, he wanted tea damn it.

"Is there a reason you are dipping only a paw? I might be able to offer advice if it is sore"