Morningside Cuesta where my pine trees met with your monsters

All Welcome, but hoping for @Sylvas Streiter

Grayday slept through most days, though they were growing longer and warmer as time dragged on. He prefered to be active at night, when the sun couldn't bake through his thick pelt and cause him to overheat. Luckily, the kids hadn't inherited the impossible magnitude of fur that Grayday possessed. They could romp and play at all hours without worrying overmuch about the heat, something which Grayday was exasperated by and grateful for in turns.

He'd chosen a shady copse of live oaks for his resting place that day, and was awoken when a cool, evening breeze raked its fingers through his fur and then rattled the leaves of the branches above him. With a gaping yawn, the male stretched and then straightened, and then finally blinked around at the waning daylight. There were others in sight, and he began to pad toward them, wanting to be closer to his companions now that he was awake. However, he stopped before intruding on the scene and sat down on the outskirts to pick some of the leaves out of his pelt. In a little while, he would see about getting some wolves together for a hunt.