Ravensblood Forest A Reoccurring Dream

Setting: Midday — 12:15. 70 degrees — partly cloudy, windy. Set closer to the Southwestern borders of Ravensblood Forest

The heat isn’t as bad with the wind bristling his thinning, summer coat. It officially has begun shedding off in thick clumps. Every time he shakes or scratches, a piece drops off and floats like the seed of a dandy lion, only to be deposited somewhere hundreds or even thousands of miles elsewhere. Now as the summer heat makes him flip his drooling tongue out of his maw he decides to begin picking at his fur, ripping any obviously loose clumps of fur out and splitting them out unattractively.

This is exactly what he finds himself doing in the middle of renewing his borders. Settling himself against a large Sequoia, he casually picks at his fur. Expecting this day to go by normally just like any other. Not expecting a visit from @Simmik.