Ravensblood Forest three days out of the month

Maybe someone from Hljodrfell? (Quietly eyes @Rusalka...)

The sun had yet to breach the low-hanging clouds that dragged cotton-like across the horizon, yet the temperature along the edge of the world was climbing. There had been some wind in the night, which initially had soothed the man to sleep, however by morning the air was still, humid, and heavy. He would have overslept had the screeching of gulls not penetrated his sleep.
Feeling an uncomfortable warmth and a weight upon him, Willow roused from his makeshift camp and carried on his way up the beach. This transitioned from grit-and-gravel to the typical rocky wilderness as he clambored towards the mountains. This is where we find him now: seeking refuge among the shadows of a forest, which might end up being the worst decision he'd ever made. As alluring as those shadows were to him, they trapped the heat of the morning in a way Willow had not expected.
How could it be so hot, but so early? Putting aside the fact that it was the height of summertime, Willow could not recall a moment previously in his life that he felt this agitated by the state of his surroundings. It felt like he was covered in hundreds of ants all crawling across his skin, pinching at him, making him itchy and uncomfortable — and that feeling was rare enough that he couldn't recognize it for what it was.