Iktome Plains no snow here

Leaving behind the river to travel adjacent to the blue swell of the coast, Dagfinn found that he did not like this sunny landscape as much as he had hoped. He would follow Laerke's scent a while longer, but very soon, he would be moving inland once more. This was no place for a wolf of the tundra - even one with as much wanderlust as Dag.

Dragging himself across the plains in the heat was far more work than twice the distance in the frozen stretches of his homeland. His paws felt the sting of heat as they never had before, and he did a little dance to keep them from staying too long on the sandy stretches of his paths, and went the long way 'round to stay on the grass whenever possible. Probably, it was a strange gait to any that might look on, but Dag had never been worried about his image before.