Field trip with Granda and Grandpa

It was hot. The sun beat down from overhead, making the obsidian child feel as though she was roasting in the fireplace back at the castle. As black as black could be, the sunlight soaked into her already thick coat until Dusk felt like she was going to burst into flames. The girl was about to bring up her lack of comfort just as they arrived at the tidepools. The inkblots lips set in a hard line and, without a word to anyone, she moved towards the nearest pool and went in head first. The cool liquid assuaged some of the heat and Dusk felt instant relief. Much needed relief.

When her head popped back above the surface, ears went out to the sides. She'd learned to swim from her aunt Bowen, so she wasn't at risk of drowning. She was still at risk of burning alive though, so when she pulled her dripping frame from the pool, the girl made a beeline for the shade of a huge boulder. Using her paws, she dug a nice sized hole in the sand beneath it and flopped within, the cooler sand beneath feeling good on her warm belly. From her place, she watched her siblings and cousins cavort and romp. She was content to stay in the shade forever.

"Carpathius Kids"