Luneshale Pass the colour of led

Ouch.

Lying in the sun, he found that a burning sensation overtook him. His skin felt hot, itchy, and painful. He had felt the uncomfortable warmth before, but never like this; then again, he had never spent this long outside of the den. His mother was only just growing comfortable allowing him to wander.

Letting out a cry of what was clear annoyance, his body twisted to allow him to nibble at the fur on his flank. He thought it had to be something small and easy to fix, like a red ant crawling on him.. or a lot of red ants, given the pain covered most of his top half. When it did not cease, he cried once more and whipped his head around. Whether or not his mother or anyone else was calling out he did not know, but he needed to find someone to get these 'ants' off of him.