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Daisuke seemed pleased that this journey would lead further into Inferni. Snake wasn’t sure how to feel about it—maybe, if he showed him of the hidden places of the coyote land, he would stop trespassing into it. But that was wishful thinking, to say the absolute least. They set out on their journey and the stars seemed to be aligned right, because no other coyote strayed across their path. They made the journey in good time, crossing the whole of the Inferni Wastes in under half an hour. Snake didn’t talk much as they went along, though he paid attention to whatever Daisuke was saying.
Eventually they arrived on the strange place that he had discovered with Kaena days before. The strange, bitter smell of the water still put him on edge, but he knew that there was no imminent danger. He had been nervous of the strange water but he had discovered it relatively harmless. Daisuke seemed to have none of that apprehension—he went right up to the humming volcanic spring and put his hand in the warm waters, asking Snake if this was the place. “Yeah, this is it. A spring of warm water, and it just recently emerged.” He was no scientist; he had no idea how something like this just appeared on the earth, but he did not question it. It was certainly a gift for anyone who was chilled by the winter weather.
Snake seemed to have made a good decision by bringing his friend here; Daisuke certainly seemed entertained. After a strange glance that Snake didn’t notice at all, he instructed his cat to probably find a drier place to stay, and the black-and-white feline obeyed, jumping over to a boulder that surrounded the hot springs. Then the golden-furred werewolf went into the hot springs, without any second thoughts it looked like. He asked the Hastati if he was going to follow, and he was not quite sure. He knew that the water was not harmful, but he was still made nervous of it. This coyote was somewhat superstitious—as his Russian mother had been. He did not know where the warmth of this water came from, and he feared a fire spurned of dark magic was heating it. Or perhaps it was the item of witchcraft. Well, whatever it was, it did not seem to have any negative effects on Daisuke—the lone wolf was wagging his tail as ever, despite being half-submerged into the strange pool.
With a small sigh, the coyote walked over to the bank of the water. He looked into it—due to the minerals in the water, it was a dark blue-green, and nothing was visible past the roiling surface. Snake was somewhat apprehensive of the unknown, but he did not intend to show that now. He sat down on some rocks rimming the spring, putting his feet into the water before slipping into it himself. It was warm—very strange for one who rarely swam, and when he did it was in cold water. Regardless, it was nice in comparison to the frigid air. The young coyote remained by the edge of the pool, not trusting the darker center. This was apparent in his angular features—a vague nervousness that was somewhat uncharacteristic of the usually-stoic coyote.
Daisuke seemed pleased that this journey would lead further into Inferni. Snake wasn’t sure how to feel about it—maybe, if he showed him of the hidden places of the coyote land, he would stop trespassing into it. But that was wishful thinking, to say the absolute least. They set out on their journey and the stars seemed to be aligned right, because no other coyote strayed across their path. They made the journey in good time, crossing the whole of the Inferni Wastes in under half an hour. Snake didn’t talk much as they went along, though he paid attention to whatever Daisuke was saying.
Eventually they arrived on the strange place that he had discovered with Kaena days before. The strange, bitter smell of the water still put him on edge, but he knew that there was no imminent danger. He had been nervous of the strange water but he had discovered it relatively harmless. Daisuke seemed to have none of that apprehension—he went right up to the humming volcanic spring and put his hand in the warm waters, asking Snake if this was the place. “Yeah, this is it. A spring of warm water, and it just recently emerged.” He was no scientist; he had no idea how something like this just appeared on the earth, but he did not question it. It was certainly a gift for anyone who was chilled by the winter weather.
Snake seemed to have made a good decision by bringing his friend here; Daisuke certainly seemed entertained. After a strange glance that Snake didn’t notice at all, he instructed his cat to probably find a drier place to stay, and the black-and-white feline obeyed, jumping over to a boulder that surrounded the hot springs. Then the golden-furred werewolf went into the hot springs, without any second thoughts it looked like. He asked the Hastati if he was going to follow, and he was not quite sure. He knew that the water was not harmful, but he was still made nervous of it. This coyote was somewhat superstitious—as his Russian mother had been. He did not know where the warmth of this water came from, and he feared a fire spurned of dark magic was heating it. Or perhaps it was the item of witchcraft. Well, whatever it was, it did not seem to have any negative effects on Daisuke—the lone wolf was wagging his tail as ever, despite being half-submerged into the strange pool.
With a small sigh, the coyote walked over to the bank of the water. He looked into it—due to the minerals in the water, it was a dark blue-green, and nothing was visible past the roiling surface. Snake was somewhat apprehensive of the unknown, but he did not intend to show that now. He sat down on some rocks rimming the spring, putting his feet into the water before slipping into it himself. It was warm—very strange for one who rarely swam, and when he did it was in cold water. Regardless, it was nice in comparison to the frigid air. The young coyote remained by the edge of the pool, not trusting the darker center. This was apparent in his angular features—a vague nervousness that was somewhat uncharacteristic of the usually-stoic coyote.