ten cent man in a hundred dollar suit

Somehow he had expected to be following the cool weather as it travelled south, but once he crossed the Bifrost it started to warm again. The northern bred goliath was sweltering in the heat of the day, and found himself wondering who he could pay to comb out his thickening winter pelage. Perhaps low lying branches could tease out some of it? As he'd wandered through the ancient oak forest, he'd been leaving behind clumps of celestial fur on every gnarled trunk and cloying thicket. He wasn't particularly worried about someone tracking him down, since he was more than capable of fending for himself. He was keeping an eye out for noteworthy herbs while scraping off at least a few layers of skin in some patches as he tried to rid himself of the thick fur he was amassing. No doubt it would return in spades within a few weeks, just in time for him to inevitably move north to enjoy the hostile climate of winter.

The cosmic behemoth paused at the edge of a pond, barely more than a puddle at this point in the southern continent's spring season. He took a long drink from the tepid, borderline stagnant water. Whatever, it would keep him from dying in the heat. He shook a few more tufts free, and dropped onto his haunches to pant for a few minutes. "Fuck me." he muttered. Thankfully, the deeper into the forest he went, the cooler the air became. The gentle ambiance of songbirds and arboreal animals moving about overhead was all he needed right now. He'd been having a hell of a time finding any herbs in Boreas, and suspected the pickings would be equally slim in Auster. Regardless, it didn't hurt to give it a try. Safe beneath the canopies of the immense trees, he slowed his gait until he was lazily plodding through the maze of their trunks in search of entertainment or good foraging.