I'm the Fly in Your Soup
It appeared as though the bitch had a shadow. A rather large, comically obvious shadow. Regardless, she wasn't in the mood to deal with others. All the ebon female wanted was a chance to snoop around the strange geyser. Carmine gaze would narrow, searching the shadowy abyss from which the water was erupting. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to get a good idea of what was going on down there. The burly femme pausedin her tracks. Dare she move closer? A hesitant paw reached out, taking her mere inches closer. The heat wasn't much worse, though she hadn't exactly gone very far. Perhaps it was better safe than sorry. The male sauntered past, tail and head held high. A child desperate for attention. He huffed crudely in her direction, and made a point to keep wandering around the perimeter for a short distance. Crimson eyes traced his movement as he moved further from the geyser, towards the open snow. Well, shit. Whatever will I do without him? She thought to herself derisively. RUMBLE. Water exploded from below, arcing high into the air. Ears flattened against her thick skull, eyes squeezing shut. She braced for whatever might come. A second passed. Two. Nothing hit. Blinking, she looked skyward. A soft drizzle was tumbling downward now, steam dancing into oblivion above. By the time the droplets landed on her upturned snout, they were bearably warm. Nothing too hot, ready to scald the fur from her face. Well, that had been fun. Perhaps there was a chance now to get closer? Broad paws stepped slowly towards the hole in the rock, auds flickering every which way in search of danger. As she grew closer, the rock became very hot. It appeared it held the heat from the scalding water pretty well. A frown creased the wraith's features. Well, that was that, it seemed.
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