Too Hot To Handle

The night was hot. Too hot. So hot that Chimera couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned and, from the huffs and sounds of movement, it seemed that no one else could either. With a growl, the brute rose. The sliding doors had been left open, hoping for some semblance of a breeze. None of the plants outside stirred in the slightest. The night was just stagnant, humid and all around unbearable. Something had to be done or no one would be getting any sleep.

"Let's go. Bring a sleeping fur with you," The giant spoke to his youngest batch of children and their mother. Chimera moved towards the door and out into the big atrium at the center of the compound. A low woof was released, calling his family together if they were awake. With everyone gathered, the two-toned man led the group down to the back beach that stared out over the open ocean. As they broke the tree line and stepped into the sand, Chimera howled low, inviting all of the pack out of their hot homes and to the beach for a night time swim that would cool them all.

The embers of the beach fire were still red, so he threw a few logs in, not that they would need the heat, but because the undulating golden light was always nice to see. It would be a beacon to draw his wolves to this part of the beach where they would all congregate. Chimera instructed his family to toss down their sleeping skins, then he led them into the lapping waters of the ocean. The water was warm, but it instantly worked to soothe the burning heat. A sigh pulled from him and he ducked under once before laying there in the shallows, allowing the waves to gently pull and push at his massive frame.

"Fenmyre"