Bathtub pup {Open, please only one wolf}

[chickenmuffin]

The hot water steamed, sending clouds of water vapor up into the already dripping atmosphere. Breathing was a little difficult when the air was full of moisture than invaded your lungs and could barely get back out into the air.
Her fur was dripping steadily before she even reached the spring. Her eyes burned from the water that kept sneaking past her eyelashes. Rubbing the water away from her eyes was impossible, especially when her paws were also wet.
It was only the time when Orange reached the waterside that she began to think that she didn't really like hot water all that much. No sweatglands and a humid atmosphere added up to a very upset wolf.
Shaking her stream-line cranium and snorting water from her nose, Orange tentively dipped her paw into the water. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't as bad as she'd come to think. Either way, she was dirty and didn't feel like going to a stream to wash, so there was only one thing for it.
She jumped in, gasping just before the water enclosed her head, instantly trying to kill her by suffocation. But, there was also an extra bouyancy in the water, and soon Orange was paddling listlessly in circles.
Her chest which had been hurting for a while now relaxed with the soothing pressure and warmth of the water. But her throat still cried in agony, and bellowed in pain when she was seized in a coughing fit, swimming and coughing at the same time isn't easy, so Orange scrambled to shore and fell down.
Her cough only increased, making her gasp for breath between each cough. Her lungs protesting at the lack of air getting in. Spittle flew from her jaws, but eventually the cough seized.
Feeling weak, Orange just closed her eyes and lay there.

[nighty!]

Nightlight was bored to death right now and with the sickness, he couldn't either sleep or relax. The others told him about the hot springs becuase they looked at him and he was just.... tired and so mad at the other wolves with no reason, really because that the neophyte couldn't sleep. He walked toward the springs and then looked at another pup, the pup was slightly small but who cares. Nightlight stepped into the spring and already feels the warmth of the water. He layyed down and closed his eyes.

[chickenmuffin]

Orange's ears twitched, and her amber-shaded eyes snapped open and clicked into an instant focus. The fae took in a long ragged breath that sparked pain to run like fire in her veins. It took a while before she found a wet red shape that had caused her eyes to open so suddenly and her body to coil and tense.
Orange studied the shape, mentally making notes, like the shape was a male wolf still in adolescence. Slowly, the fae's form rose up, casting a shadow over the steam and water. Her already scarred form then taking three movements of all four paws. Which, in simpler terms was three steps, "Who are you?" Orange rasped in a broken voice.

[nighty!]

Nightlight might have just relized that he could be in the wrong springs, that would really suck that that happened. Hopefully it wasn't. "Am I in the wrong place?" the neophyte asked the wolf. His eyes still remained closed for some random reason. It's just a wolf seriously, there isn't much of a difference. THen again his coughing made him wide awake.

[chickenmuffin]

"It depends, I can't really smell here. Are you Sheeran?" Orange replied, pretty much answering his question with one of her own. It was easier to blame the humidity to her lack of smell, than the draining illness.
Being violent whilst being ill didn't really work well, so there was one benefit to the sickness at least when it came to the now lethargic Orange.

[nighty!]

"Oh, I did get the right spring, yes I'm a Sheerian," He woofed to her. His eyes were still tired and each time his eyes try to open, it closed once again. Nightlight put his head into the spring and out so he could try to open his eyes from the warm water.

[chickenmuffin]

Orange watched the other for a little while, the illness seemed to be tiring him more than her, seeing as she was used to pain, sleeping with a sore throat was barely any more difficult than having to go to sleep with a slashed paw. "You're not going to drown are you? If you want to refresh yourself, you need cold water"