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The Hot Springs had been one part of his home that Artorias had not spent a lot of time around. His parents were overly cautious about the pups going near the water, let alone the scalding hot pools that boiled up from the earth. The terrain wasn't much different than the falls were, with many of the same trees, plants, and fauna in the area, with the only substantial difference being a slightly warmer temperature in the cold autumn air thanks to the eternally heated pools. Amber eyes wandered around the bear trees that had already shed most of their leaves in preparation for winter, and Artorias found that his coat had started to grow fluffier with each passing day, helping to retain warmth against the coldness of the changing seasons. Little paws crunched through a pile of fallen brown leaves, announcing his presence to the world. Corbin flew overhead, the large black bird keeping an eye over the dark-furred pup as he traveled around the hot springs.

When he passed by the old hut at the edge of the springs, the familiar scent of his little sister made his nose twitch. Gwyn had been the quietest of the five children, keeping almost entirely to herself and her studies. That was fine; if that was what she enjoyed, Art wouldn't try to force her to do things like fight with him and Rudy or go adventuring with him and Bowen. It did make him a little sad that she seemed so lonely all the time... or maybe she just enjoyed being alone? Either way, it was enough to make the boy veer his path toward the hut, approaching it while Corbin came to rest atop the structure. Artorias poked his head inside the hut, spotting Gwyn tucked up in a bed of furs with her plants laid out before her.

"Hey Gwyn!" he called in to her. "How come you're out here all alone?" If she wanted to be left alone, Art had no problem turning around and continuing on his way. But he'd be remiss if he didn't offer her his company first.