hotter than hel

"Oi, oi, oi! Ladies!" Called a booming voice. Dagfinn had come a long way from home, but he'd go a lot further for Valkyrie. He just hoped that this new place was teeming with tasty vittles and some strange new strains of fungi; his research had to continue. The little tyke Valk had picked up before they left was a queer thing - smaller than anything he'd ever seen, but with a big, big mouth. She had grown on him on the journey and perhaps she'd be useful down the line, if she was truly a good crafter. Never could have enough of those.

"Stúlka, luv, slow down! M' fur is weighin' me down," Dag chuckled, shaking out his heavy ruff. He had always been stocky with plenty of extra bulk provided by his fur, and this summer heat was brutal. Was this Valkyrie's way of torturing him? He wouldn't put it past her.

Dag kept close to the shoreline, dipping his paws in the water as he went. He would need to find fresh water soon; his fur was plastered to his ribs in places from sweat. A nice swim and a long, cool drink would be heartily appreciated. "Let's get a bit o' meat and some water, já?" Dag pleaded, finally catching up to the other two. "I know you love my natural musk, but I could really use a swim."