Dragoncrest Cliffs Light of the moon moves west

Warm sunlight beat down on the den. The exterior was cooled by a pleasant breeze off the sea, but the interior was positively stifling. Sobo awoke from his nap in a grouchy torpor and struggled to pull himself upright at first, torn between slipping back into groggy half-consciousness and vacating the suffocating heat. He chose the latter, gaining his feet and bumbling his way to the outdoors.

There he found a place shaded by sea grass and ferns and flopped down on his rear, panting and squinting his eyes gratefully when the wind rose and blew across his dark features. With it came the cries of gulls and the crash of waves; the boy tilted his ears forward to listen to the song of the sea, thumping his tail appreciatively against the warm dirt.

@Mireille crossed his mind then, so he rose, sniffing the air exaggeratedly in an effort to locate her.