Firestone Hot Springs that's what they don't say

"Oh dear," a wolf stood by a water patch, steam whisped out that prompty made her back away as there was a wrinkle in her nose. She felt her nose burn by this ungodly smell, and her poor thick pelt was not a match for this warm area. Her paws felt damp; body felt warm and eyes seem to swell with crystals. It wasn't just from the smell, but the stress of her situation, for Shisu, is lost. Lost in a rather dreadul area too. It may look nice, but the smell, and the heat was something she could not easily stay in. Though she did not know where to go next, she could not tell where Home was.

"Oh gosh," Shisu had to sit down for a moment to rub the tears off, for it proved difficult to see. The gray agouti put up no defense, as smell was blocked by this putrid scent, and she failed to remember to listen- not that she ever paid much attention to any sort of wariness around herself. All she had was her soft blue eyes which blinked in blurrs, she could only make out the faintest of sillhoutes; one that she could see from afar. Though the lass thought it was nothing but an illusion of her misty eyes, and thought nothing of it. She continued swatting at her poor, burning eyes.