Cerulean Cape earth to herc, come in herc -

This was definitely not the weather he was acclimated to – every time the sun receded behind a big, pliant cloud, a shiver raced down the silken hairs of his back, pulling his tail into a tight, reigned coil at his haunches.  Despite his pedigree (that notoriously glacially inclined hound) he had never known — from his skewed perspective —such dismally frigid temperatures.  His flesh quivered feebly under his dense coat, multicolored furs dancing across his svelte bodice as though they were mildly sentient.  The only joy he could coax was his withered exuberance for the sea — luckily his dogged tenacity had kept him moving (albeit in his slow, beboping fashion, as though every footstep was a rhythm) and he had unearthed a kind of secretive seascape.  The sands betwixt his toes inspired a smile, a wily turn of his lips, as he wiggled the granules over his feet and buried them under a shallow blanket.  The beach had soaked up some warmth, and his worked soles found a rather brain-melting comfort in its embrace.  He pursed his lips in sudden thought, eyes glancing rapidly around (making sure he was alone) before he outstretched his forearms and slid like jelly into it.  He cooed in delight, teeth gripping his bottom lip as his brows drew up in bliss, “oh, oh yeahhhh..” he murmured as his eyes sealed softly.  He rolled over, shimming his body, burying himself like an overly passionate spider in the desert.  His paws shoveled sand over him — his chest, his stomach, until finally, he was but a head and some limbs poking from the depths. “Oh hell yeah,” he grinned, head falling back as slumber threatened to take him. 

@Heloise