Hot Springs — In Warm Waters

Another, slightly softer hiss from Folke directed them to the source of the serpent's discomfort bringing to sight a panther of gray and white. Larkspur blinked in passing surprise - as far as they knew, mountain lions tended to reside in warmer temperatures but they supposed that anything goes in this strange world. And the lengthy fangs that were also foreign said that this was likely not one of the territorial felids that used roam their homelands. They spread their wings briefly, allowing the warm water to drizzle from their feathered forms before pressing them against their back, the familiar sensation of the limbs melding into the wolf's body earning a light, firm shake - an indicator of relaxation but also, they wouldn't be able to simply take off with wet-wings anyway. Best to let them begin the process of drying in the strange space in their back just in-case they needed to escape than to allow them to continue soaking. A shame, Larkspur mused. The water was beginning to feel nice. Though it doesn't seem hostile. The thought was confirmed when, without a snarl or even a glower, the creature merely asked about the snake attempting to peer out from their damp chocolate pelt. "...this is Folke," the wolf said, tilting their head slightly. The snake flickered its tongue a few times, as its name was said, obviously trying to take in the scent of what it had deemed 'a potential threat.' Larkspur chuckled and sent a wave of soothing feeling to the serpent, reassuring it that the wolf would protect it from the big-scar-cat if they must. "Are these your lands?" Though they hadn't smelled any scent-markers when they landed, it was always good to check. There was an abundance of water to wash away and territory boundaries. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.