Her powerful form ambled at a rather relaxed pace. Bylgja saw no reason to worry. No reason to press herself. She knew what she looked for: boneset, which was a useful herb she could always use more of. Of course, if she could find anything else, she'd collect that too, and perhaps could get to hunting, at which point she could collect herself enough materials for some sort of satchel. She supposed it was as good a time as any to start looking. The hot springs smelled appealing; Bylgja glanced at the various bodies of steaming water. Some of them seemed... to be less... burning, than others. Bylgja tried to avoid the ones that seemed too heavy-scented. Some of them smelled like grease. Smeared grease. Fat. Burning. She supposed that those were springs others had fallen into. With a low huff, Bylgja tilted her head and looked down; her paws crunched against grass and stone. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to gather some herbs and then go for a dip in one of the springs, as long as it didn't seem too hot... though Bylgja wasn't sure she trusted any of the springs not to scald her into nothingness. Delicately, she circled around one in particular; she'd spotted the target of her search. Quickly, she plucked some of the boneset, and tucked it into her pelt, up behind her ear, tangled in her fur. She'd be able to carry it back better that way. ... she'd really need to get a satchel. This sort of thing wasn't conducive to traveling and doing her work well. "Bylgja"

It was a fair distance from home, but Hattori liked this place. He held fond memories here and the warmth of the water always did well to soothe the ache of old injuries. It was a common practice back in Nihon, one he was eager to continue experiencing though he was still so far from his homeland. He did notice a strange wolf skirting around the area, pelt marred with lines and markings he would never be able to discern himself. Her scent was somewhat familiar though, she reminded him of the Viking, Víðarr and likely had a voice that was just as strange and rumbly to his ears. He lingered there in the water, comfortably submerged and easily within sight, though his smell was likely masked. It appeared as though she was busy, gathering plants for Heiðinn's stores. He would not bother her then.

Bylgja spied the man in the water, and she tilted her head somewhat-- not in aggression, but in greeting. Her tail wagged, once, twice, and she called to him in a tone that was almost certainly just as rough as he had expected. "Hail!" There's a bright, jovial strength to her voice, too. This is a woman who seizes the day in her jaws and does not let it go. As she neared the spot where the man was submerged partially in the spring, Bylgja began to feel around for more boneset, and was rewarded with more of it, which she plucked and wound into her fur in the same manner as before. "How warm is it in there? I may join you, yes? When am done searching with herbs." She stretches out her body, the muscle, the power. "Boneset. Want any, stranger!?" At least her voice is friendly. Otherwise, she's a bit... intense. Maybe the man wouldn't talk much. That was alright. Bylgja didn't care. "Bylgja"

Hattori regarded the woman again, thinking she seemed harmless enough. Not incapable of defending herself, but rather he did not think she would try to drown him should he accept her offer. He made a noise in his throat, just to acknowledge her offer before he shifted a little, sitting a little less upright, allowing the warm water to ease his shoulder. The old injury liked to make itself known from time to time, a reminder of past mistakes and what he'd needed to do to survive. Everyone had been there, he supposed, no one escaped unscathed forever.

"There is room." Which was to say he didn't mind, he wasn't entirely made of social stuff, but he recognised that this was free land. He couldn't throw a tantrum like a man child and deny her, not that he would anyway. "What is boneset for?" He asked instead, knowing nothing about plants and their medicinal uses.