Firestone Hot Springs aint nothin

@Lonesome Dove had come and gone. colt had fixed the addled doctor with a wondering eye when the little rattler come back, but no more than that. she was with them again and that was what mattered.
he and @Sadey healed. colt briggs sniffed around the edge of the hot springs, then faced toward the mountains where they had lost the others.
suppose it was time to get a move on?

Haha cause I am so mean

Sadey heard Lonesome Dove return and it had ratcheted her own body's response to it. As was the way with feminine company. Their cycles aligned. She growled low when she awoke to her own savory scent upon the air. And the telltale heat that bloomed between hind and leg. It burned and itched and she was holed up a bit away. She stepped into the space where Ole Colt had called for them and she watched them both with baleful eyes. Debating. She could go and have a roll in teh hay, but it had been so long and her heart was still tender. But it would ensure they survived. But she just wasn't certain. So she stood on that plateau of indecision. Her own scent wafting around her and the others. She'd turn and leave in amoment.

She was still laughing to herself when she returned back to the other two, faint chuffs only able to be heard from her nose.

Ah, men. So easily swayed.

He hadn’t even asked her name!

Even though she wasn’t sure she had one anymore. They called her Lonesome Dove, those around her, but the syllables felt jumbled and misshapen. They didn’t even register to her anymore, static in the lowest part of her ear.

Her dreams called her rattlesnake. They called her Sawbones.

She didn’t call herself much of anything.

When Sadey came to their little gathering wreathed in her own scent, the little coywolf was perched on a rock like a church gargoyle, unseeing of anything around her, merely staring off into the near distance as her mind raced like a sea of rats in a sewer.

colt was swift to respond; his body moving in surprise and red eyes locking to sadey. lonesome seemed almost possessed.
colt spat into the dirty snow. "shit, walker!" he called to her in an incredulous laugh. he let out his breath like a bellows and rolled his hard shoulder. "yew need to — t'get indoors. trees. forest." somewhere that wasn't right out in the open where every randy tom from here to the coast could get at her!

Her eyes rested on Lonsome Dove as she studied the girl. Something wasn't quite right with her since the storm. It made her a little nervous if she was honest, but old Lonesome. She didn't seem to be harmful, so she'd just watch her for now.

Grey eyes went to Colt and she snorted. I'm aware. Her voice came out strangled. In her current state even Colt seemed delectable and if that just didn't turn the old girl's stomach a might. Whew. 

She continued to stare and snorted. I'm debating.

With a click like a light switch, her brain seemed to flip over the batteries and bring her back around. She raised up her head and front like a meerkat, only for a moment, before she slithered from her perch, landing with a little thump. 

The rats had unionized.

Those in her head, at least. She tilted her head to the side.

What he said. She said after a moment, blinking owlishly. For a moment, she looked herself, like the creature who existed before the storm and the dark and the small gods.

We should move. Who knew how many would come to the beacon of Sadey’s scent.

"debatin' what, ezzackly," colt gruffed, feeling quite put upon by lonesome's strangeness and now this damned development.
sadey seemed to shimmer, and the masculine parts of his brain were starting to shut down. "this place an' this gang ain't no place for children."
he stared hard at her, then jerked his chin at the physician. "should be no damn debate. now come on," he growled, starting to turn away.

Sadey gave him a droll look. She could have said and yet you brought in two, but she didn't. She kept her words quiet. Though she glanced at Lonesome Dove, knowing she and her had similar heat cycles and she had probably already done waht she wanted. 

Sadey snarled in return, but said nothing else, moving to the outskirts of the group so she wouldn't cause an affront.

Colt had no right to tell her no. It was her choice, and her body. Though she wasn't even sure if she wanted someone else to touch her other than Jax.

No place for children indeed.

If she had her vessels, they wouldn’t be children anyway. She turned, wordless, to follow after Colt, but she swerved around him after a few moments, to walk between him and Sadey.

Proximity to both of them made her feel at least a bit better, like the dark wasn’t right there and the small gods weren’t whispering.