Marshmallow Season

Oh gods it was hot. If he could sweat, he was sure he'd be standing in a puddle. He panted as he walked across the plains, Kimahri was hiding up in a tree somewhere and he sometimes wished he could climb trees too. Instead, he was reduced to wandering the plains to check out the small pond which...unfortunately had been reduced to barely a puddle. He frowned, noting the many hoof marks of other animals that had been congregating to drink before taking off to find more water. This was a dilemma, but he wasn't sure how to address it. For now, he approached and drank a bit of it, the water tasting stagnant and not as refreshing as he had hoped.