hotter than hel

"You'd love to see what's under all this fur, you little minxes," Dag said, stopping to furiously scratch at his ears with his back paw. It was an ungainly, indelicate gesture that suited him to a tee. Why did they have to start here, on a forsaken beach during the hottest months of the year? "It's fine, it's fine, I know Valkyrie gets off on torturin' me," he grumbled, standing and shaking out his coat again.

The little dwarf girl was interesting. He was fond of her sass. Nothin' like a woman who could dish it out and take it. It made his poor, shriveled heart warm. With the three of them together, they were off to an interesting start in these new lands. "What didja call this place again?" He called to Valkyrie. He hadn't much cared for the details - once she had offered, he had quickly accepted without asking too many details. Dag trusted her not to lead him astray, especially since he was quite good at doing that all on his own.

"Gather smather, s'not where my talents lie but I'm happy to lend a paw to a woman in need," he said, giving her a gallant (and theatrically exaggerated) bow. Dag wasn't sure what the little woman specialized in yet, and helping her out might benefit the both of them. He was always on the hunt for strange new fungi and fruit.