Whitefish River There are stories held in your bones

@Kukutux :)

The sun's warmth was unrelenting as the day lengthened and the orb of light reached the highest point of the sky; beams filtered through the cover of the canopy to dapple her coat with patchy light, searing through the wintry layers of her pelt to burn against her skin. The arctic coat retained heat, trapping the summer day within the ivory hairs smotheringly. 

The northron's head throbbed as she patrolled, pounding beneath the cobwebs @Evergreen (reference) had so carefully wound around her damaged skull. Her tongue lolled as she panted and occassionally she stopped to rasp her tongue against her forelegs between breaks to mark the trees. Even so, her measures to battle the temperature proved lackadaisical. 

By afternoon, the woman in white was forced to break from the rudimentary borders - beelining for the River for a quick and cooling dip.