Hera heaved another hot, sticky breath as she sought out any semblance of relief. Water might help, but there was so much of it in the air already, how bad would the wetter areas of the Backwater be? She could go for the pack den, but it was so far away... "Ugh." All these trees, all this shade, and nothing to show for it. This place could at least give her the courtesy of being cool.

Defeated, the youth practically threw herself down, ready to let the summer heat and humidity boil her alive.