Whitebark Stream So I throw two-thousand ones in the sky

Afternoon
Sunny
99°
Forward dated to the 31st!

He had decided to go outside the borders today for a quick break from patrolling, and his sights were set on a stream nearby. Heat slapped against his back lake a fryer and his tongue lulled unconsciously out his mouth -- It was hot as fuck out here. The summer seasons had greeted the Teekons with a handful of especially balmy days -- but this had to be the worst out of them all. The banded hen that perched herself on the archer's back became impatient with time and saw to it that she flew herself to the stream to get a move on, as Pheobe was just as affected by it all as Kaster was. That didn't mean the woodlander didn't avoid cursing her out from a distance, though.

At last, he'd reach the stream and wasted no time dipping his muzzle down to quench the thirst that strangled him the entire way. The water had been warmed by the harsh rays of daylight, but he didn't give a damn right now....