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Nighttime in the summer rarely did much to take away the sticky uncomfortableness. While the sun was gone for the rest of the day, humidity lingered. It clung to her dark pelt and made her uncomfortably hot. If she could sweat, she would probably be dripping it right now.

Her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth as she padded through the meadows. She was only there to search for materials, since there were only a few of the ingredients she needed near her pack's territory. She found some, but not all. The priestess made her way back south, using the cover of darkness to relieve her of the anguish of walking in the sun.

The priestess paused when she heard a croak nearby. A frog? Was there a water source nearby? She followed the sound, hoping it would lead her to a pond or river, but sighed in disappointment when she only saw a wolf peering at the amphibian in question. Meldresi approached the wolf, hoping to get any information of a water source from her. "Greetings."