A little shut-eye will do

It seemed the hot springs had attracted someone else, and as she got closer, Xephyris recognized the bizarre green coat - it was the one wolf he'd have liked not to see here. Anyone but her, the brat with attitude; the hackles on his shoulders spiked irritably. She'd recognized him too, as was obvious by the way she slowed her pace after spotting him. A hard glare was sent her way as she continued on her way to one of the pools - he hadn't forgotten how Zephyra had spoken about him, the dirty look she'd given at the border. He didn't take lightly to such disrespect, especially from someone younger than himself. He had half a mind to go stomping over there and push her into pool that she was investigating, and maybe hold her head under the water until she got the point. However, with a deep breath, he had to remind himself that Fiori was home to both of them now, and they were to get along for the best of the pack, even if that was the only reason to get along.

Begrudgingly, he found himself sauntering in her direction. It wasn't easy to let go of his anger, but perhaps this once he could put something like this behind him. He had no choice. Still, the tension was clear in his body as he approached her, and his great plume of a tail was held high like a banner of pride. He halted several feet from the pool she was testing with her paws, his hard silver gaze resting on her. "I believe we got off on the wrong paw," he rumbled in a gravelly tone, one brow raising in an unapologetic expression, showing clearly how unimpressed he'd been about it. "But perhaps we can try again," he suggested warily, watching her face to try to gauge her reaction, "Zephyra, was it? I'm Xephyris." He stood rigid, trying hard not to stare her down - instead, his blue-specked eyes wandered to the steaming water, flicking back to her every now and then, waiting to see how she'd respond to his approach.