Firestone Hot Springs hanging in my infant air, waiting

he was smelly. very smelly. the odor was so powerful that cam didn't notice her at first, being so preoccupied with the warm water that had saturated his fur with this stench. he rose clumsily to his paws, frowning, and turned his eyes upward, only to hop like a startled cartoon rabbit upon seeing the girl so close.

w-wha'? he demanded unintelligibly, teeth chattering. he shook the moisture from his head, ears flapping, droplets flying, sniffling as he tried to steady himself once more. he gave her a gimlet stare, wary. she looked familiar. . .like he had seen her before. not her, exactly, but someone similar.

someone that made him feel a little more at ease, even dripping wet in this unfamiliar place.

who're you? cam asked, a little less forcefully now that he was beginning to relax again.