The skies were blue, and Rino was purple. In all honesty, he didn't care about roasting in soul fire under the harmful sun. He was simply glad to have a vacation away from the busy village.
As of late, Rino found it increasingly hard to have some alone time, and this was a good opportunity for him to pretend that Mutt wasn't here and enjoy the breeze hellbent on blowing his hood off so that the sun could burn him while they travelled.
Mutt wasn't on purple flames despite the sun, and Rino quickly learned that the sabre tooth wolf was exempted from the deadly sun rays when he was sitting under Rino's shadow protection.
