The warmth of the springs called too her, the journey back into The Basin had been treacherous. Even Wynter was feeling the bite of the cold, the griffin was curled up on Arah's back desperately trying to share Arah's body heat. Working her way to the back of The Basin she only stopped by the cave to peep in on the sleeping forms of her twin daughters. They were both resting peacefully for now and the hot springs was an extremely desirable destination. The noon sun was only a slight improvement from the morning's freezing and grasping hands, yet the sliver doe could not quite shake the morning's ice from her bones. As they got closer to the hot springs, Wynter's excitement peaked. There was a first time for everything she supposed, the golden tipped griffin was more excited about the promise of warmth compared to the wonder that was the hot springs. Gliding as silently as a ghost through The Basin, Arah sighed a breath of relief the moment their destination was in view. "Tá sé an gheimhridh." The griffin perked up at the sound of Arah's gentle voice, her blue eyes studed the rocks and forms that made up the hot springs with an eager anticipation. As a general rule, Wynter did not swim unless hunting so both the doe and the griffin hoped the steam would be enough to warm her.

Growls reached her ivory ears causing Arah to give pause in her journey. A gruff and frustrated sounding voice floated back to the hovering duo. Something about that voice was familiar...she had heard it before in a rather unpleasant meeting. Moving into where the voice her come from, her golden hued eyes studied the form of Deodat under an indifferent mask. His blood coloured body was covered by the heated water of the springs, but every now and then she would catch a glimpse of his built body underneath the ripples. The white patches on his body hadn't changed...in fact nothing had other than his standing within the herd. Narrowing her eyes with distrust, the doe watched the blood bay for a while longer before finally speaking up. "I hope we are not intruding Deodat?" Wynter was bored of remaining in one spot, spreading her wings and giving Odette a wide berth, the griffin came to rest in her own warm space of the cave, completely ignoring the blood shaded stallion and his bonded. Arah however kept her eyes trained on the stallion who had only ever been rude to her before his disappearance.