Summertime Boredom
This is a story that I wrote some time ago
A blistering sun beat down on the wolven femme, making her light ash brown fur to feel aflame. This was why Taylor hated summertime; it wasn't even noon yet and it felt as if it was a hundred degrees! And it was the beginning of summer too! If it were up to the 24 year old werewolf, it'd be fall all year round. But it wasn't, so all she could do was suffer though the summer.
With a huff, Taylor flopped down underneath a tree. The park was the only place in the entire city with trees that gave as much shade as the one she was currently laying beneath. As she lay there, she watched those around her with slight interest. Taylor didn't really care what they were doing, as long as they didn't include her in on it.