Northstar Vale I don't mean to be guarded, I don't mean to be rude

The cooler air, and the small misting rain fell atop his pelt, and despite that it was colder than usual. Reyson found a cleansing freshness in the way it fell upon him in small icy waves. There was much to be going on and his brain was still in overdrive, but it was slowing.

He found the nearest tree and with a loud huff, he hit the dirt and stretched out. The canopy of leaves blocking the rain from falling atop him, and the ground slowly warmed with his body temperature. He pressed his toes forward, stretched out completely, making a soft grunt when he back and shoulders and the rest of his beaten battered body cracked like a glow stick (not that he would know what this is, but danni does it works)

Then he lay still with eyes at half mast, enjoying the day.