Sun Mote Copse imagine what it could become

A part of Dorminos longed for the adrenaline rush of a good hunt, but the rest of him was too lazy to pursue anything. Well, it wasn't really that he was lazy, but that he was unmotivated; the heat had recently hit the Wilds harder than he'd expected, and still holding onto his thick winter coat wasn't the most convenient thing to deal with. It seemed that most of these wolves had long since shed theirs, trading it in for the shorter fur of a true summer wolf. He'd never been that lucky; each year followed the same miserable pattern. 

One good thing that came from the high sun was the theraputic effect that it had on his ankle. It was still sore from the fall he'd taken, but for the most part, Dorminos was able to work through it. He ambled with his limp through the heart of the territory, hoping to come across a lonely packmate.