Coconut Grove Scattered hearts, broken glass.

@Bat?

There were borders to mark, prey to track and wolves to recruit, yet Viinturuth was exhausted. Wether that was a result of so actively trying to impress Tristan or the unbearable heat of a midday Summer sun as he lay directly beneath its rays, however, was obviously a total mystery.

The pale yearling's tongue lolled over his lower jaw as he propped onto his elbows to pull himself upright, and he shook the sand from his pelt. With an exaggerated stretch of each limb, stiffened from his brief nap (he was sure he'd fallen asleep in the shade, by the way!?), Viinturuth made his way further in land in search of fresh water to cool down.