Heron Lake Plateau ashes against the grain

She'd gotten damn good at figuring out it was him showing up.  Okay, the fact that he stuck to something vaguely resembling a schedule probably helped too.  Mhhm.  No treats this time.  Didn't have good luck.  Not that it mattered, as he'd soon find out.  He started in to the den, speaking as he did so,  It's pretty toasty out there. -- Den's way better than a tree.  The sun was pretty much just a jerk overall.  Going for a dip in the lake worked for a while, but just getting out of the sun meant avoiding the issue entirely in a way.  After greeting both Raven and Vasa (waking up the little sleeping monsters sounded like a bad idea), he flopped down nearby, rolling on to his back in the hopes the cool earth would devour some of the heat his fur was radiating like some sort of living reptile heat rock.  He'd have to go back out there later, but not right this instant.