Silver Creek red sky in morning

For someone with as thick and fluffy of a coat as Ole, warmer weather was a fate worse than death.  Not really, but he was equally as dramatic as he was warm.  Although he despised snow, he enjoyed the cooler weather.  He bloody well had to enjoy it considering it was the only time of year he didn't feel like a polar bear in the desert!  Regardless of how thin his summer coat was, it never seemed to be enough to keep him happy.  Such a diva, that Ole, always wanting to be comfortable in his own skin.

"I'd imagine so," he said with a brisk nod.  "This must be paradise for the prey that migrates from back home.  We're gonna eat like royalty." Hunting, fighting -- these were not his strong suits.  He was more apt at healing and.. sleeping, he guessed.  He'd kept them both alive so far, however, and would continue to broaden his hunting abilities every chance he got.  "Hmm," he murmured, stepping a few strides ahead to scent the air.  "Maybe further in?  It's gonna be hard to grab a deer unless it's already wounded.  We're gonna be better off going for rabbits in the woods." With all the trees around, Ole wasn't terribly confident he had the agility to avoid them pursuing something as agile as a deer.  Be pretty funny, though.

@Mauti