Whitefish River I sure need a lazy summer day

it's hot — the kind of heat that settles on her back, reached through her fur and all the way into her bones. she wants nothing more than to dive deep into the river and wallow near the bottom for however long her breath allows, but that would entail moving from her spot in the shade and braving the cruel sun. her tongue lolls from her open maw, and she flaps her tail against the ground every so often in an attempt to generate some semblance of a breeze. 

on the horizon, clouds gather and roll with grim determination over the mountains. but they're a distance away, and it'll be a while still until the thunderstorm descends and washes away all the heat. for now, she'll settle for rolling towards a cooler patch of ground every few minutes.