breath into me

She loved the silence here, loved the heat even in the crisp fall air and loved the feel of the cool stone beneath her body. Languidly she would lay across the rocks, forepaws folded and draped eloquently over the lip of one of the steaming pools so her toes just dipped the surface. She had long since fallen in love with this place, just as the mountain would forever be her home this place would forever hold her heart and all the memories of her childhood that drifted further and further away from her. The stress of yet another wolf claiming her home had been hard so she had slipped away for an afternoon after the pack meeting, avoiding any attentions her brilliant coat might normally draw and retreating into the veil of steam. It was thicker this time of year, the water remaining hot though the air temperature continued to drop. In winter this place would be both a blessing and a curse. Her fur grew damp here, when she left she was normally soaked but the red pelt gleamed and the white sections were amazingly clean. But in the winter she could easily catch her death with the wet pelt... A heavy sigh would be expelled from her lungs, black lined eyes closing as her head tipped back. The steam hurt her lungs, made her throat burn almost but she revelled in it. Sometimes she needed a bit of pain.

Speech!