Silver Moraine I'll learn the names of all the termites that eat my wooden teeth.

Lilia had not been as far as the Moraine since the winter, and was keen to investigate the area once more when the winds weren't as icy and cruel. She'd been forced to find shelter for an entire night on her previous scouting mission, to avoid being tumbled over and over by the wreckhouse winds. Determind to retrace some of her steps and see how the lands had changed since the snow had melted, Lilia ranged East, remaining in the valley between the Glacier and the Sunspire Mountains. 

The expanse of grey stone was familiar enough, but she was surprised to see that very little, if anything, grew in the rocky, dry riverbed. Glacier-fed, it could have had mineral-rich earth, if it wasn't completely covered with rubble. Any weeds would have to be incredibly resilient to grow from seed to flower in the area. Only the trees along the edges extended a splash of evergreen to the scenery. 

She snorted as a fly flitted about her nostrils, noticing then that there were more than she'd expected for there to be in an area with no lake. But as she continued on, she could see why. Curiously, the area was full of little crater-like pools of water, a breeding ground for any insect that relied on stagnant water. Given the fact she'd never seen the area without snow, she assumed it was a normal occurrence- and was marked as a place to avoid in peak mosquito season. 

She snapped at the flies when they came too near her face, and given her short fuse, she quickly became agitated and without a second thought, dropped down into one of the puddles of water and submerged as much of her body as she could, before stepping out and rolling in some thick, powdery dust. Ashen, she picked herself up and shook, wondering if this was even a good idea as the dust mixed with the water on her pelt, and began to dry in a thin layer of cakey earth. 

Surprisingly, she didn't find the temperature uncomfortable, but felt herself growing hot beneath her pelt when she saw another wolf on the Moraine and pursed her lips together.