Mistaking her daughter's distress for cries of barely-restrained enthusiasm, Valeska's tail wagged cheerfully as Amaya tried to take a step backward and was instead met with the comforting pressure of stone. It had absolutely moved. It was helping! Pushing them along toward the right path, reassuring them that this was, in fact, divine providence at work - and providence had provided them a most luxurious bath in the process.

Valeska's nostrils flared as she inhaled the sweet scent that stretched before them.

I know, she said jubilantly in response to Amaya's howl, I also cannot wait!

It was with great vigor and a horrible splashing that the silver wolf plunged into the water, likely spraying her cowering daughter in the process. She paddled around in a few tight circles, breathing a relieved sigh as she felt the warmth of the lake seeping into her tired, middle-aged bones. Her muscles felt soothed already, as if soaked in an Epsom salt bath, if she'd ever known what that was.

Perhaps this cave was a good one.

It is lovely, she said, beckoning Amaya to join her.

Come! Do not prolong your joyful anticipation!

Valeska playfully sent a large splash of water toward the girl, completely unaware of the hell she was so flippantly unleashing upon her.