late night before midnight, smoke, 64F/18C
Kahlon was taking after some of the other nocturnal wolves in the Backwater, at least since the weather had gotten hotter. It was cooler at night, and the smoke wasn’t as bad, which meant he got more play time in before getting worn out. Even now with the moon almost at its highest point in the sky the night was still warm, partially due to the haze that hung thick in the air, casting the world in an eerie orange. To the child this was all normal, he had never experienced a summer any other way so he just assumed it was always like this.
He knew better than to go too deep into the water without an adult, a lesson that had been drove very strongly into his head by both his parents. But, that didn’t stop him from playing in the shallower areas, leaping from fallen log to fallen log. He liked to see how many he could do in a row before falling into the still water below, so far his record was ten, which he personally thought was very impressive.
He was about to break his record, going for number eleven, this was going to be huge. Sinking down into a stretch and wiggling his bum in the air, trying to warm up as if he was about to complete some olympic feat, Khalon took a deep breath. The sudden inhale of smoke caused him to go into a coughing fit, his eyes and throat burning a little. The sudden spasms knocked the child off balance, his paws slipping against the wet wood beneath him. Before he could stop himself the Valle child had fallen onto his belly, bonking his chin pretty good against the log, splitting it open.
He began to cry.