hotter than hel

As Valkyrie explained her reasoning, Dag rolled his shoulders in an agreeable shrug. Populated meant plenty of pack wolves out on patrol and ample opportunity to snatch up some fresh captives for trading. That much he understood. But still, this blasted heat... He grunted and headed back to the water, wading up to his belly in the cool ocean. If he could wet himself down enough, maybe it would make the heat a hair more tolerable. He wallowed in the ocean water, frolicking about like a much younger wolf. "Alright, Boreas it is," he shouted, splashing gleefully in the water.

When Dutch mentioned braiding his fur, the male thought on it for a moment. It actually wasn't such a terrible idea - it might help to get some of the bulk off of his skin. He careened out of the ocean to Dutch's side, shaking off the water as he went. With his fur soaked to the skin the sun's rays were far more pleasant. "Alright, let's make a camp somewhere and I'll let you braid my gorgeous mane."

He headed past Valkyrie and Dutch and a short ways inland. There was a copse of scrubby trees with a clearing in the middle, surrounded by low, sloping dunes. Chuffed that he had located an excellent spot, Dag called for the other two. The ground was flat and level, save for a strange sand formation that reached towards the sky. It glittered slightly in the sunlight. He tilted his head to and fro as he examined it, unfamiliar with the phenomenon of lighting struck sand. It was a natural glass sculpture, but Dag couldn't imagine how he had gotten here. "Oi, Dutch, you know what this?" Storms had been raging across the coastlines since they had arrived - was that normal weather for this place?