Wild Rye Fields i would make a better liar

for @Risaela only.
Random Event: A recent heat wave has left the forest drier than usual.

The only good thing that could be said about living within the treeline was that they were not so deep within the forest so as to be trapped within the greenhouse of humidity created by the stacking canopies of leaves. In a way, it helped to make the incredible heat as of late more bearable, but the air being this dry created its own set of problems leaving Cancer wholly uncomfortable. He was used to working, and especially needed it lately to keep his thoughts occupied, but sometimes he just couldn't bare to leave the dark cool of his and Risaela's small den.

This was one of those times. He'd tried to step out, but the grass and ferns had crunched underpaw and he was only able to get a drink from a scant nearby stream before he accepted defeat and hurried back underground. On his side, stretched as much as the hovel would allow, he tried to soak up the relative cold of the dirt and not let his thoughts stray too far away from what his next meal should be and what Ris was up to.

I'm so sorry this took so long to get to

God, it was hot. Too hot. Way too hot.

As much as she loved the Fields, with Jessie and Cancer, she sometimes missed the water. Actually... she missed the water very often. Like now, for instance. The stream she was sprawled in was absolutely not enough - not nearly enough to soothe the heat crawling beneath the girl's fur.

But honestly, laying down and despairing wasn't really Ris' favorite thing to do. And maybe she could make everything a little less miserable.

Rolling in the murky water to thoroughly saturate her fur, the young wolf hurried back to their den and crawled inside, rubbing up against Cancer's prone form and laughing, laying half on top of him as she tried to soak him just as much as she was.