Firestone Hot Springs I heard there’s a dreamland

Mal didn't think just relaxing was worth the bad smell. How long had he lived nearby and not put so much as a claw into one of the pools? A while.

As she spoke, the pieces fell together, confusion ebbed. Okay, not all of it, because he wondered how to make this sort of thing happen more often. He relaxed a moment, brightening a bit, Well I'm Mal, and you aren't far now.  You'll find the forest lurking on the horizon behind me, he said with a slight wag of his tail. Are you hoping to just come by to say hello or would you like to be convinced to stay a while? Though his grin was returning, it wasn't as selfsure as it was before -- he was still trying to gather his confidence again. If this worked out, he'd have to thank Mango for sure.