Warmth from the afternoon sun seeped into him and made him feel relieved. It was better than a rainy, dreary day and he'd take the sun over an overcast sky at any chance. Though the sun was warm on his back, the air was crisp and chilled. Unlike the Dragon who had fur and skin as thick as bone, Tenzin prided himself in temperate training among his many other duties to train for. He prepared for everything and could withstand the coldest night and the hottest day. Monk life wasn't all that awful, though; he learned a great deal from the Gods and holy grounds of home. It had been so long since he had seen a sign or gift from them that he began to wonder if they'd ever truly find their paradise. He had dreamed of it, but he was certainly no prophet.
Though the man grew weary he showed none of it. His endurance and self-discipline were top notch, and he had to keep himself strong for Dawa. At the thought of her, the man craned his neck around to make sure she hadn't started crying blood or anything from their extensive travels. A warm smile broke upon his lips as he saw her following along behind him with his tail gently held between her teeth. It was something he had grown used to but it wasn't entirely strange for him. As a monk, he made many weird accommodations for others. Speaking of which, the holy man focused his attention back onto the Dragon who had been leading the way. He paused, so Tenzin did as well and jerked his tail to signal to Dawa they were stopping.
As the monk turned to check on their prized companion, the Dragon let out an awful sound that shook Tenzin all the way through to his bones. His fur bristled and he turned slightly to eye the hulking beast as it stood and carried out its horrendous attempt at a howl.