-- cerebral thunder

can you hear that noise, it's a rebel sound

Summer was winding down, but it seemed it wasn't out of power just yet. It was warmer than it had been in several days, and Irin had found shelter beneath one of the pitiful few trees that Glaciem's territory boasted, her head resting easily on her paws and her eyes half-lidded and sleepy as she lay in wait, allowing the day time to wind down and cool off. Her low heat tolerance had her entirely uninterested in moving, and only the occasional halfhearted twitch of her tail against the earth gave any sign that she was still alive. Other than that, she was perfectly still, her body trying to expend as little energy as possible.

Perhaps it was a little melodramatic of her, but Irin had never liked heat, and when she had found herself setting up shop in the North, she had expected it to be a lot cooler, even in the heart of summer. And it wasn't even the heart of summer anymore. Summer would be over soon, and her favorite season would soon be beginning; autumn. Until then, however, Irin was just going to have to wait, ears twitching pitifully with every noise that reached them. Surely something would happen, right? The universe wouldn't be so cruel as to leave her this bored and this hot for a whole day?