Hot Springs
A thermal hot spring surrounded by miles of open tundra and taiga. Located on a mostly barren island, the hot springs are known for their healing and magical waters. Warm geysers shoot out from cracks in the ice and rocky pools of warm water can be found here.
New Bones
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OOC Date: 10-26-2024, 09:57 PM
IC THREAD DATE: 10/13/2024  in  Hot Springs  —  
VAGRANT
VAGRANT
Species Female Gray Wolf
Build Adult Chubby 48"
Trade NOVICE SENTRY
Trade NOVICE ARTISAN
Health8 Dexterity1
Arcana 1 Medicine 1
Charisma 1 Perception 2
Constitution 4 Stealth 1
Deception 2 Strength 4
MagicCALLOUS
MagicVIBRATION
Magic
Magic
Magic
Magic
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"Fair," Ida snorted, continuing on with a testing click of her mandibles. Her ear flicked at the smaller wolf's next question, and her gaze lit with mild surprise as she turned over her shoulder to stare curiously at her. She opened her jaws to retort, perhaps with further taunting, but it seemed that Maureen really didn't know; what kind of pack was she from if they hadn't taught her that?

"Depends on th' smell," she finally answered, biting back her usual snark. "N' what it looks like. 'could be food or uh bear or somethin'. Yuh usually get taught what," she looked forward again as she plodded on, veering sharply away from a plume of steam which trickled through the trees. Her pelt prickled uncomfortably at the sight of another pool of boiling spring water, and she gave the alien sight a wide berth as she trailed after the strengthening moose-scent. "They teach yuh 'bout this in th' city?" Ida grunted, lengthening her strides and hoping the other female didn't notice her anxiety around the bubbling water. 

Maureen had just begun further explaining what a city was when the sparse undergrowth rustled; before Ida could tear her nose away from the scent trail, something white and furry shot out in front of the two wolves and sent the huge dame flinching backwards with a snarl. She lifted a paw instinctually in preparation to slam down and crush whatever the hell had charged past them, but paused when the little creature skidded to a halt several paces away and sniffled at the cold air. It was a hare--and once its glossy eyes locked onto the two predators standing beside it, it jumped and skittered up the gulley and vanished with a spray of snow.

Ida considered tearing after it, but a hare would barely be a snack when split between two large, hungry wolves. "Fuckin' hell," she groused, forcing her fur flat and ears heating with embarrassment at how hard the little creature had made her jump. She lowered her paw and glared upwards after its trail before continuing on, lightly rattling her elytra in indignation. At least its presence proved that there was enough vegetation here to support more than just one moose. They wouldn't starve here; or at least, Maureen probably wouldn't. Ida hadn't spotted any particularly large rock deposits yet, but she could probably make do on meat alone until then. It wasn't as if she weren't a fan of it.

After a while of walking, the shallow gully finally came to an end and the trail began to slope upwards again. Ida lowered herself into a crouch as she slowly picked herself up the snowy bank, ears alert and beady eyes narrowed as her nostrils flared and took in the strengthening, earthy scent of moose. Her mouth watered as she leered over the horizon, hoping to stay as silent as possible as she looked for their prize.

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DICE ROLL: Luck
Success: They've successfully tracked the moose! It's grazing on some shrubbery by a small, less boiling pool.
Fail: The moose is nowhere to be seen. Is it still further ahead? Is it behind them? 

DICE ROLL: Stealth
Success: Ida is quiet enough that wherever the moose is (or if it's there at all), it doesn't notice her.
Faul: Ida's big clumsy paws are loud enough to alert the moose if it's there, and it notices them.

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I hope you're feeling better! Don't stress yourself.