Heron Lake Plateau Because a fire was in my head

Summer was close to ending, but it wasn't going out without a fight. Thunder rumbled and roiled above his head, soon followed by a torrent of rain. His fur quickly slicked back, pressing against his frame, but the shade lumbered on. The land underneath him quickly turned from dirt to mud, and he found himself sinking slightly into the ground as he walked, but he kept moving.

He was undisturbed by the slowly growing streaks of brown, knowing that once the sky cleared that he could properly wash it off undisturbed, but his sentiments were mirrored by those around him. As he lumbered on through the muck and mire and rain, he passed what he thought was a white-and-orange female furiously trying to rid herself of mud. A hard task to do with only teeth and tongue to help, he thought, but he didn't judge much. Some wolves preferred cleanliness above all else. Do you require assistance, dear lady?