Large paws carried her nimbly between the pools of water as she examined them curiously, climbing up around the steaming hot springs as she continued her examination of the landscape. She was looking forward to the day that her children were large enough to take on these trips with her so she wouldn't have to be quite as concerned about getting back in a reasonable amount of time. Soon enough they would be old enough to at least carry with them since she and Alastor were both plenty large enough to handle letting their precious pups ride on their backs. That's likely what they would have to do so that she could go scouting out the northern pack she had been told about. Waiting till the pups were several seasons old to do anything of the sort wasn't acceptable in her mind. The sooner she was able to move on her plans the better.

She paused as she reached one of the larger pools in the hot spring, lingering at its edge for a moment. She sniffed cautiously at its surface and she could tell from the odd scent the water held that it probably wasn't safe to drink, but the warmth that radiated from it interested her. Her muscles were quite sore from how she had immediately thrown herself back into her training the moment the was physically able even though her body probably would have enjoyed a few more weeks of peace after Ava and Sara came into the world. Manea eased herself into the warm water with a purring hum, a little smile playing across her features as she lowered herself onto her haunches on a rocky ledge within the pool, the water nearly to her shoulders. It was certainly pleasant if nothing else!

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Deathbelle still hadn’t felt decided on her future, mostly because it felt like there was no future. Not anymore. She was getting old, her children were grown, her uses were dwindling at this stage of her life. She had no heart anymore. Living in the shadow of the volcano that had consumed her husband was more difficult than before Sirius. It taunted her now. A constant suggestion of how easily she might join him.

To keep her promised Belle found her paws carrying her beyond Habari again. This time for relief. Relief from the anxiety that lived in her as she relived her mistakes again and again. There was no release only temporary distraction. She found the hot springs had become a place of melancholy. Most days she avoided them for the memories of her time with Sirius they brought, but part of her hoped today she could find relaxation within them.

When she entered the clearing that held the springs it took a moment but there was no mistaking the impressive horns and vibrant pelt of another already claimed them. Deathbelle paused, taking very little convincing to leave the hot spring as she found it.

Manea had let her aqua gaze drift close as she soaked up the soothing warmth of the hot spring, her body grateful for the brief reprieve from the constant work she had been putting it through as of late. However, the light rustle of leaves and the sound of paw steps reached her attentive ears and she blinked her gaze open, turning her head till her gaze landed on the dark woman splattered with patterns of white. The smaller woman seemed startled by her presence and if Manea hadn't noticed her she had no doubt that the woman would have just turned around and left. She offered the other woman a grin and nodded to the rest of the large pool of steaming water. "Please, don't let me deter you. There's plenty of hot spring for both of us," she told her with a soft chuckle, though her eyes still lingered on the woman curiously.

Her appearance did remind her of Venom and they were fairly close by Ashen and the packs they associated themselves with so it wouldn't be a stretch to believe they were related, but she also understood that black and white wolves weren't exactly a distinctive color pallet. She had members of her own family that carried the same color scheme - though not many thanks to their beliefs and practices. Either way, the woman was lovely to look at. Manea could tell she was noticeably older than herself, but she had always seen age as a sign of strength and wisdom. With the often fast and dangerous life Mendacium's enjoyed living it wasn't uncommon for many of them to get themselves killed in one way or another so age was more of a rarity than it probably should be and she had a respect for those that managed to escape death.

She waited for her the woman to accept her offer and join in on the relaxation of the hot spring before she spoke again. "I'm Manea. What's your name, lovely?" she questioned with a light smirk on her lips, shifting a bit in the water to lean her shoulder into the side of the hot spring as she casually lounged in the warm water. Perhaps the other woman wasn't looking for company and if so she'd leave her be, but other wolves were always so curious to her and she couldn't pass up the chance to meet someone new.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny