
Femizi was not a happy camper. It was one of those exceptionally hot, dry days where even in the shade he was baking. And it wasn't even midday yet. The adolescent made a rather pathetic noise, trying to wriggle into a cooler spot under the rock he was hiding 'under', wishing he dared making a dash for the watering hole. But...that meant leaving the shade. And baking even more. The brown maned adol whined a bit, flopping onto his back. "Today suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks." Why couldn't it be COOLER? WHY?