The Sunspire You had your maps drawn

Sliiight pp to keep things moving (hope that's okay!), but lmk if anything needs changing!

Bernard admired her confidence, though he couldn't be sure how much of it was out of true merit. So, he said, I know a stream that's the perfect depth. You can lie down in it with all but your head submerged. Well, I can anyway. There's probably a good spot for you, too. If Maia thought that sounded good, he would lead the way, sticking to the shade as much as he could. While the wolfdog was not good with direction in the slightest, the bathing spot had become so valued to him that its location stuck in his brain like super glue.

When the pair approached the water's edge, Bernard broke into a lope, causing water to violently splash up around him when he entered it. The contrast in temperature was unpleasantly extreme at first, but he'd much rather be cold than hot. So, how do you like it? He asked her, hoping that she was impressed with his choice. Instinctively, he waded into the deeper part of the stream to settle into his spot, eventually resting with just his head exposed. Perfect.