Lion Head Mesa you listen to a talking snake and there's gonna be trouble.

Her lips pulled back in a frown. Heatstroke sounded awful, especially given her voluminous pelt (which, granted, shed a bit for the summer months, but not nearly enough). She spent most of her time in the shadows here, or bathing in the pool.

But he'd survived. Beautiful, isn't it? Lilitu replied, tail wagging. I hadn't, either. And it took some getting used to. How are you feeling now?