Whitefish River I sure need a lazy summer day

For the first time since joining Kaistleoki, Dulce had found herself with nothing better to do than to relax. It was during the summer that she was most grateful for her southern heritage; while most of her packmates struggled with overheating beneath the high sitting sun, her coat had already started and near finished shedding. This gave her a slightly unfair advantage that she in no way intended to use for the greater good.

Beneath the shade of the river's bountiful foliage was the familiar coat of Dulce's first recruit. She stopped her march along the border and turned on her heels, prancing perkily up the yearling. Hi Fern, she called once the distance had closed enough, I see you're hot. You know we live on a river? Of course, she did; it was where they'd first met! It seemed that Dulce was being quite the smartass this afternoon.