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Sorry for being late with starting this! 
Fastening his leather belt onto himself, the Chief was getting ready to go. He grew restless from staying inside, and lately the Sun had shone so brightly there was no ignoring him. Even still, it was warmer inside his shack of a hut than it was outside, with the wind and everything. No, it was better to stay outside, these days. This was what his species did best, and sometimes he glanced at the wolves with thicker manes and pitied them; when the heat was unbearable to him on the peak of some days, it had to be hell for them. And more heat was to come, no doubt about that.
Walking with the air moving through the hairs that made his light summer pelt always made him feel refreshed, and he found that he was glad there was a walk from his own den to the one he sought. He had been somewhat hidden from many of his pack members lately, and it was time he changed it. Today, Liliana was on the schedule; he wanted to know how she was getting along. Not seldomly had he thought that he should perhaps seek out his tribe's members more than they sought him, if not for anything else than checking that they were okay. Soon, her scent grew and he was fairly certain she was around. Stopping at a comfortable distance to where he knew her den to be, he called out for her. Liliana? You home? Not everyone liked getting visitors all the way to their den when they were not too familiar. Dawali never had liked to step on anyone's toes.