Firestone Hot Springs legend comes to life

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The ground underfoot was strangely damp and springy. There were puddles here and there and when she dipped her muzzle down to inspect them, she realized the strange smell was coming from the brackish water. Perplexed by this, she continuously sniffed at the scattered pools... until one of them inexplicably and ominously bubbled. It made the pup jump slightly. She moved on quickly, head held high in the air now. Maybe exploration wasn't her thing...

Another part of an Outrider's duties included something called ambassadorship, a concept with which Osprey didn't quite understand, though she figured she knew the gist of it. And the last duty was relaying messages. When she spotted a stranger up ahead, these two things popped into her head and she made a beeline toward the unfamiliar gray wolf.

"Howdy!" she called loudly. She couldn't remember who'd first used this greeting on her but it had become a recent favorite. Maybe it would become her trademark. "I'm Osprey Jr. Who're you? D'you have any messages for the plateau?" the youth questioned, unaware that this wasn't quite how it worked.