The sun had beat down upon their bodies with it's warm rays, the heat much for most of the Statue Seven to bear, bar from the glittering Zika whose scales sparkled near blindingly. The buffalofolk were far less concerned with the heat than the others, whereas Torak and the rest of the party had taken off their heavy furs in order to deal with the heat.
The flush of embarrassment filled Ares as his body tingled recalling when he had spoken to his companions about dressing appropriately for the weather, not realising that the heat would be so much. At the very least it was an easy fix to facilitate with the powers of his ring, which seemed to surprise the buffalofolk who could now understand how another wall had appeared outside the encampment.
