Wandering aimlessly around Iromar, as he had been wont to do of late, Loki had caught the scent of one who did not smell wholly of these lands. The heat was more oppressive today than it had been all summer, and the humidity from the swamps only made it worse. The trail left Iromar toward the freelands and, having nothing better to do himself, Loki chose to follow it.


Freedom from the humidity meant freedom from the mists that veiled the sun’s harsh ray’s, leaving Loki to wonder which was worse: the insufferable humidity or the heat that radiated through him as the sun shone on his solid black coat. Still, the thought of returning to the swamps was horrible enough to keep his feet padding forward on the hot ground, the grasses around him dry despite the moisture in the air.


The sound of splashing reaches his ears, closely followed by that of conversation. He paused, debating whether or not to continue forward. He was still wary of venturing into other wolves in the freelands. They could be as touchy as the pair from Diveen who attacked him simply for flinging a couple insults his way. Then again, a dip in cool water was also just as tempting. Perhaps if he refrained from grievous insults he could enjoy cooling off without coming to bodily harm.


His mind made up, Loki stepped forward. He didn’t make a move to join the conversations around him, simply gave the others a withering glance and stepped lithely into the cool water. The relief broke his composure briefly, but he quickly recovered his mask of indifference.


"Speaks like this."

Loki
. male . six years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . Iromar .