It’s a jungle out there.
The city is stewing. The streets are roasting. The roof is on fire.
Baby, it’s hot outside, during these final days of the Strong Sun Moon.
Citybillies, take cover wherever you can.
This is not my weather of choice, this is not my season. After all, I am an Elk of the Thunderbird Clan, born under the Long Snow Moon of mid-Decembertime, but I refuse to stay inside.
Can’t let this brutal heat wave keep me off these scorching streets and away from those steamy woods, still lots to catch and hunt.
Nice try, Coyote.
Windows down and sunglasses on, I’m going out, through the swelter and into the sizzle, head-first into the fever.
Gotta love the burn.
This might make me sound like a glutton for punishment but I’m going straight for it. I’m going hunting for the highest, hottest totem of this season.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.