It was a heat that Kaliban had never experienced before: dry, uncomfortable, unrelenting. Yet, somehow it made him restless too, as if he'd very well melt away if he gave up and simply laid down all day and night. Throughout the day, he had to keep moving, had to keep finding new shade, new water, new places to try to outrun the sun. It seemed futile, yet he persisted. Eventually, the heat would have to give out and he'd find somewhere comfortable to rest for a while, at least until he had cooled down enough to really be able to think. Beneath the sun, it felt like his very brain was too hot to function. He could only focus on the singleminded task of finding water and shade, and so he did.

He had found somewhere, for a while at least, but it had soon grown too warm when the sun had moved overhead. So, he'd taken off again. He tried to stick to the shadows as he traveled, taking breaks here and there. His tongue lolled out and he heaved every few breaths. For all intents and purposes, Kaliban was experiencing the joys of growing into one's adult body too. In the last few months, his height had skyrocketed and his weight had began to pile on, and the sudden change in his body had left him unfamiliar with it all. When he had been smaller, his fur had been thinner, his body more gangly and lean, and so the heat hadn't felt that bad. Now though, Kaliban couldn't help but be frustrated about all the changes. With it, he'd discovered too, had come a newfound interest in other wolves - particularly, much to his confusion, girls.

He'd never really paid them much attention, after all. He had sisters, and Asteraia had some girls around, but he'd never been fussed about them. Now though, he couldn't help but pay attention when he caught the scent of them. Strangers, at least. Those piqued his interest enough, but thankfully, the scent of water piqued it even more. He could at least understand wanting to go to that, and so he did. With a huff, he'd made off towards what remained of the river. He figured he could have a drink, investigat the apparent gathering quickly and then move on to find somewhere shadier and cooler. The crags, he thought, would do nicely. Though some of the rocks would be hot, there'd be those that were almost ice cold if he traveled to the morning-side of the crags. The thought made him speed up, but the sight of the others made him slow down and dart off his path and into the longer grass, off of the well-worn track. Though his throat was parched, he didn't want to approach that many wolves, at least not when something seemed to be happening. He couldn't pinpoint what it was, but it felt strange. He just...couldn't help but resent them a little for being at the water, where he wanted to be.