Bathing in Holy Water [Dominik]

Traveling on his own, he hadn't met anyone in the lands of Ardent yet; he'd avoided contact with anyone as much as possible. He was alright with that, because he wasn't exactly the most sociable wolf out there. It wasn't that he didn't like others... in fact, he did grow lonely at times. But his fears were enough to prevent him from seeking out others. He didn't trust other wolves, and what brief contact he'd had with other loners many sunrises ago, had not lasted long. He was great at just slipping away unnoticed, and never making another appearance.

Sometimes it just wasn't a very fulfilling lifestyle, though. How long was he going to live this way? He wasn't sure if he'd ever trust anyone, but maybe... maybe he didn't have to be alone forever. Yet his reaction every single time he noticed the scent of another wolf, or caught sight of one unexpectedly, was to turn tail and get out of there without even thinking about it. How was he supposed to meet anyone, or do anything differently, when he was so used to just running away?

As he came to the Hot Springs, his honey golden eyes looked nervously to the steam rising from the many pools of water. He couldn't really see very far, and the smell of steaming water and wet rock was overwhelming. It was a kind of interesting place though, and he did enjoy checking out new places and things he'd never seen before. Hot water. How interesting; he wondered how it got this way. Padding along the edge of a particularly large pool, he came around its edge and past a billowing cloud of steam, and found himself face-to-face with someone very tall and intimidating in appearance. His jaw gaped, and he stared with wide eyes at the stranger, unsure of what to say.