let's play

A very sleepy Wendigo lay curled by beside a volcanic vent as close as he could get without risking (too much anyway) the chance of catching on fire. He'd just woken up but it was much too cold for his liking so instead of doing anything productive he was opting to sulk where it was warm. Eventually he'd have to get up for something, but for now he was content to soak up the warmth, tolerate the sulfuric stink, and repeatedly scald his paw by airplaning it over top of the vent.

He yawned and floated his paw over top the vent again, wiggling his toes as though it had wings. This wasn't much fun but honestly the warmth was worth it. He could stay here all day and just bask like a lizard on a rock. In fact, he just might...

"Speech"