sleepingwinterprincess started following you
Freckled. Full-hipped. Nearly fungal in her pace through the forest’s belly. He’d seen her day’s ago. Two clicks west. Enormous lizard in tow. Gecko? A cow with a skin condition?
He squinted through the gaps in the dried warthog’s skin, pulling it up, over and back into place. It was hot. Hotter than yesterday and nowhere near the day before that. If it was enough for him to take notice, she’d had have to be baking.
Belt cooed at his waist and he could only offer a nod, “Sunstroke, imminent. I concur.”
He’d have something other than a sloth to talk to for five minutes at the very least.